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What words have I to speak the longing?
To feel a touch, flesh on body.
Within my womb I clearly see,
A lack of mine own lechery..

Warm lips I miss upon my own,
Sitting upon narcissus throne.
My eyes are empty of white fire,
Fuelling within me tempestuous desire.

Below my belt I begin to seek,
That which had made certain maidens meek.
Grasping the eel within my hand,
I stroke my seed upon the land.

Maiden of hair dark and fair,
Hath in the past gasped for air.
Whenst in their well I hath stumbled,
During a long winter evenings fumble.

Drops of sweat fall to the floor,
Cov'ring the dust which shall soon be more.
Pleasure and pain, a feeling of loathing
Shall soon be lifted with some moaning.

I strive to writhe and stroke to feel
That nervous bundle resembling an eel.
I'm glad this weren't a test of strength,
For if it was I would not spend.

The eel did cry and throw its seed
Upon the pages of something read.
It cannot look up into the sky,
Lying dead, and shrivelled. Bone dry.

Thinking thusly I do remember,
To praise the Almighty for my member.
Within that moment of frustration,
I myself, found degradation.

Description
What words have I to speak the longing?
To feel a touch, flesh on body.
Within my womb I clearly see,
A lack of mine own lechery..

Warm lips I miss upon my own,
Sitting upon narcissus throne.
My eyes are empty of white fire,
Fuelling within me tempestuous desire.

Below my belt I begin to seek,
That which had made certain maidens meek.
Grasping the eel within my hand,
I stroke my seed upon the land.

Maiden of hair dark and fair,
Hath in the past gasped for air.
Whenst in their well I hath stumbled,
During a long winter evenings fumble.

Drops of sweat fall to the floor,
Cov'ring the dust which shall soon be more.
Pleasure and pain, a feeling of loathing
Shall soon be lifted with some moaning.

I strive to writhe and stroke to feel
That nervous bundle resembling an eel.
I'm glad this weren't a test of strength,
For if it was I would not spend.

The eel did cry and throw its seed
Upon the pages of something read.
It cannot look up into the sky,
Lying dead, and shrivelled. Bone dry.

Thinking thusly I do remember,
To praise the Almighty for my member.
Within that moment of frustration,
I myself, found degradation.