Self gratification, taking pleasure in such a sensation.
We are but humans with desires and needs.
Put it in the back of your mind and keep lying to yourself.
Dirty deeds.
Say it don't exist.
Another right wing fundamentalist
God says it's wrong according the good book.
Fairy tales that been twisted and manipulated to a humans need for control.
Rewritten over and over again.
Slowly things change.
Another acceptance down the drain.
Spill the wine, it'll be okay if you leave a stain.
Who are we but interpreters of what god really wants from us.
Each attaches himself to a different meaning.
So deceiving
I will not lie to myself about the way I feel ever.
It just not in me.
I am an open book please read.
Oh start on chapter 16
That's where the good stuff is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem