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Blue Balls
(6-26-1980 / othello)

Blue Balls

Poem By Jon Edward Walker

I feel emotionless
on the reclining shag chair
masturbation bringing no
relief to this lack of
listening to the music
feeling the bass
reverberate through my
lower spine out my hands and
like the goat whose fur I rest my
naked back on,
I am dead
I decide to try for blue balls
just so I can feel something.

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Comments (2)

Jon This is a good poem, keep it up
hey, really enjoyed this one - please keep writing such honest stuff, especially when it's sexually orientated - very good