I rise every morning,
Hard, with blurry eyes.
I reach for you my angel,
Only to sadly find.
Your not the one I’m holding,
A pillow is in my arms.
You are not here beside me,
So with a sigh I breathe to calm.
But as the disappointment ebbs,
One positive remains,
I still have my hard on,
And to waste it would be such a shame.
Might I say…that you have a very impressive hardon. I agree it is a shame to waste all that wood…..💦
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Hehehe I didn’t get splinters 🙊
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