Forlorn.

Touching myself,
I can think of you in so many ways,
like doing it for me
or just standing there, watching
and here alone, I can think of you as an inspiration.
What a sweet crush yourself
you are not the only one here in a day
by day wild waste, so, you see
because about my mind you know: nothing
I am forlorn, come and love me with your depressed sex action.