As a Man…
I don’t want to find a girl to help me masturbate.no.no.no.no.I can do that plenty fine myself thank you. I don’t want to find a girl I can cry on. I’ve got a mother for that grave or not. and I don’t want to find a girl for me to live. I’m doing that already. What I want. What I want. What I want. What. Is to find…a girl…who can help pleasure me deep inside. In places I can’t reach. One who would be willing, to stick her hands through all the rotten dirt and grime building up inside me, to find my heart of hearts and help me polish it. I want her to spit on it, to rub it hard and fast. To make it stainless. So much that when she chucks it back in, it would be incorruptible. A jewel shining in complete black. A light no sin can tarnish. I want to carry that inside me. I want to show it off to all my friends. I want for that star to shine so bright, that it will shed the shadows off my flesh. I want to be a better man.
