If the truth be told I have encountered many painful pleasures.
My life is filled with unquenchable fires and painful desires.
I see many empty treys of internet loving while exiting physical plays
are exchanged by mean face mug gens. I was wrongly accused of being
addicted to sex. I needed help because I was addicted to the female's
physical form. Is that porn? Adoration or Addictation? It's the endless
curves and movements it makes. To see her walk and bounce and
perform and shake is like engaging in ecstasy while eternally waiting for
her to unfold before me from within boundless basks of beautiful glory.
Then I am hung like a jury.