I'm going to rub one out.
Make it a quick and dirty
poem. No love making. No
delicate or intricate touch. Just
me handling a necessary task
to start my day or end my
night. Addressing my needs
until muse brings climatic
passion back to the scene.
I can't be rusty, out of shape,
or a victim to cramps
when inspiration returns.
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