The screen pulls, but it will never pull you in,
for better or worse.
Instead, you’ll fade in front of it
or dry out like a cum stain on a beat-
up couch…
To be poetic.
all the pain down the drain.
squirt your soul out.
it feels trapped
in a weak sinner’s body.
porn addiction like a feeding tube.
never mind the side effects.
slaps like it was made by big pharma.
your little companion,
the glowing rectangle,
is always there with support
and aftercare.
and if, for some reason,
anxiety builds up,
you’ll release it
to them jugs and holes.
exploited to the bone.
a wounded animal
stranded in the forrest
attracts wolves.
these teeth and claws
may spare your bones.
your mind & money…
aren’t making it.
There’s a category of delusional subs who believe that “genuine connection” means us talking without them sending me tributes while to me this genuine connection looks like him sending me even bigger tributes without calling it a drain, without him stroking his d, but with only one purpose — to make me happy. That’s genuine connection with the woman you admire.
the only thing that will motivate Me to interact with you
is the sight of your money
becoming Mine.
beautiful like a sunset.
or should I say golden hour?
eyes.
goodboi catcher,
swinging side to side.
hypnotic.
you stare.
you spiral.
you start feeling
your bank account
needs a clean slate.
go blank for Me.
in one way that matters.
p$$ p$$ p$$, kitten.
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