As well as having a natural love for masturbation, I have a love for poetry, so it seemed only natural to combine the two... ;-)
The Pleasure of Self
As I lay about to sleep
Arousal travels into the pool
Of my thoughts.
My finger begins
to make rotations of 360.
And I pretend the sensation is stimulated
By your pleasing tongue.
A whirlwind of wetness
Emits from me
And plunges down the crease of my
Curve.
Feet tingle, legs tremble,
Breaths try to be caught as my
Body is caught up in the
Rapture of
Orgasm.