Entangled in the cobwebs
Of this sin
Suffocating
under its compelling images
Solitude suddenly becomes
A flagellation
Of erotic stripes on my mind
Its flagrum is equipped
With very sharp toothed images
From the porns of yesteryears
Every moment of peace and quiet
Distorted
By the suggestions that erupts
On the sight of an Apple bottom or bubble butt
This generation have not made it any easier
A miniskirt generation:
Plagued with damsels
Who's waists dances to seduction reggae
After a day's hustle and bustle
The mind seeks comfort
Only from the sight of protruding nipples
That have escaped the cages of a bra
Every attempt of resistance
Brings me to
An erotic delirium
Then,
Lust comes
With a promise of freedom after masturbation...
Yet,
Every ejaculation
Was just a wasteful spill
Of the courage to say no
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