A Wanker's Graph

[tectak]

Me and the placenta escaped
confinement where Debussy was pleasant
enough, with company from Chopin and co Excellent kick start, billy. You are on a roll

The teat while sweet and nourishing kept giving teat while sweet is brilliant ..though perhaps whilst.
issues in puberty, I deemed myself a tit-man
at thirteen. Mother was replaced by girls
called Jenny, or Sue and disappeared, Ifeel I knew Jenny. How good is this getting
though breast size stayed with me into adulthood.

Largess flowed into and flopped check out largesse
out of my hands; masturbation
an occupational therapy to keep
me in tip top condition. I'd spurt
over mum's Littlewood's catalogue three times a day
at least. Yeh...that underwear

penis size never cropped up till i was sixteen Capital Penis you haven't got
"it's not very thick is it?" Capital It's.
when it was up her arse i asked Consistency. I
Is it thick enough now? Consistency "Is it.......?"
she meowed like a cat and called[b] Capita S
me a dirty cunt.

The next three decades saw the demise of libido;
three wanks a day from a good imagination.
Sex was a given and a taken, three or five times
a week; Like the breakfast bowl of cornflakes Small "l" on like after a semi
always there to fill the hunger.

After that, the millennia shit it's pants
and left me to Viagra; swallowed
like blue M and M's, they scared me with heart attacks,
worthwhile heart attacks that made one clutch
a blued steel boner with a smile. Brilliant. Why have you not written this before. Of its genre, just terrific

An odd one's still flipped out; the race
horse of a cock still wants to please,
but is more interested in munching hay. Maybe clunky regarding hay-munching cock, but wtf. I get the point

On form, billy. On form. This one strolls along easily. Well done.
Best,
tectak