Sex Thief (I stole a porno magazine)


If it kills me
I will take what is mine
25 minutes is a long time to linger
at a racked out magazine stand
with head cocked half
and eyes bolt upright
I’m a cleavage-loving contortionist
a superb right arm wristed
man sized tissue
with the latest issue
I close bedroom door and celebrate
My liberation

I stole a pornographic magazine
-in my teens of course.

25 minutes of in and out
To find the courage to reach
And grab and sneak Whitehouse
Into my louse like stance
I shoved it down the front of me pants
The newsagent was oblivious
And erect I looked
I stood straight
I’m a narrow kinder boy
Lanky like
With a new visual toy, Mary
Better that one
More graphic than marshal ward
Or peter Craig, mail order catalogue lord
Much better
As the subjects misbehave in a ruder way
They hold themselves open
To scrutiny
And I liked that
As a teenager
Taboo
What a lovely word
It sounds like bubble-gum

The perviness of it
the bearded git
Behind the kiosk, sells
A bit of it
Loves it
Should have had it out with him
Admitted all my wrong doing
Told him I was up for
Screwing solo
Embraced his under counter
brown paper bag
Like lagging
He Wraps the girls in decency
The groceries to me
The fuel for fantasy
The visual stimulation,
for businessmen so brave!
But im a zivirax coward
And they…..
Amzingly they  walk straight up
And purchase
on route to their pebble-dash graves
casually wanking.

(before discarding said product in roadside bin ?" away from Wifey)

anyway sod the men in suits, the 5 knuckle confidence
my envy
sod it
I’m a thief
a sex thief
so
Bugger me
They distorted me
I can’t wait to get home
To the hand cream
And Vaseline
Love a bit of it
A bit of spilling seed
Shuffle shoes
That flesh is mine
pages of flesh
I must have
My rhythmic breath is taken away
The delay is shameful and short
But I have a superior substitute
For dad’s Sunday sport

In this theft, I stole a pornographic magazine

And parents pretended I should not have access
To pornography
And so fuelled the fire
I want it even more
Do not attempt to disconnect me
Or the boy will walk corridors
Of filth
And steal
And pay
For lay pay
To get the buzz
the viagra delay
To slay what love is
All twisted
Like the pages
And the gloy
The glue pritt
Stick what you make me
Do
I’m an addict
Taboo made an addict of me

I stole a pornographic magazine