Tumble dry low

I feel like a 

Bubble about to

Burst

A puddle

Tumbling in the sheets

I am not dry

These sheets are clean

But I am a dirty 

boy

With a dirty mind

I try not to

To put my hands down

There

I tempt myself 

With Remnants of my 

old visits

Erotica and porn

I put my hands between 

My thighs

Pushing My Stomach into

The bed

Perhaps I have to go

To the bathroom

But I want to keep

This feeling.

Stay here, glued to the bed,

Thinking of you