I must have forgot how I feel about myself.
I must have lost the emotions that I held so deeply.
I must have died in the last few hours almost changing who I am to rearrange myself for him.
I thought of nothing but the few emotions that I knew.
Every season my emotion's leak, they dropped on the inner part of my thighs. Spilling beneath my waste basket. I'm emotionally trapped to another part of a human being. - Quote
Human fluids drop from my inner being, I'm humanly exposed to the hands of my alabaster box. I'm adjusting, my subconscious mind to endure another hour less moment of self gratification. I've mastered I reuse sperm and wipe it upon a napkin a wipe the same wipe that once stood still. But I'm involved with my hands in a relationship that kills the inner being of my open minded slave mentality.
I've held him 300 times in my mind
but I never left a single imprint on his flesh.
I wonder if the smell of my flesh might introduce him to me, or will he throw up at the introduction of me.
I find myself at more than once, watching him searching throw the mist of my mind hoping I run into him.