Ode to Porn

When loneliness and pain set in

like daggers slicing weakened skin,

frustration fills the hours

with anger dark and sour,

and shadows fill the empty room,

no lover there to ease the gloom,

to fill the lonely nights

with sex’s sweet delights,

and sadness and depression reign

and drive the lonely souls insane,

what can a person do

to ease these sunken blues?

Is there nothing that can aid,

to calm desires, block the blade

of suffering and doubt

when one must go without?

I know a site with movies free,

a male and female fucking spree,

where one can simply find

a host of bare behinds,

and tits and pussies, cocks and abs,

where slapping asses fill the tabs

and gangbangs fill the screen,

or any other scenes.

Any fetish for your pleasure,

live your dreams, beyond measure;

you can see it all,

a dirty curtain call.

There’s no disease or pregnancy

to catch from this pornography;

no sleazy filthy grime

from pleasures seen online.

So let’s immortalize this smut,

these well hung actors, savage sluts,

and females with big boobs,

the sex toys and the lubes

these women need to fit these dicks

of robust sizes in their slits,

and we can watch and learn,

’til one day it’s our turn

to join the nightly laid once more,

with nubile partners at our doors,

but until that time,

may your porn be sublime.

May all your lonely nights be filled

with images of Jacks and Jills

going all night long,

a hard orgasmic song.