Post-partum depression in the male of the species II

Two weeks without practicing my favourite sport.
Only a big load of work is keeping me sane.

Vision twharted by the glass of unfullfilled desires
Senses extrapolated by ever building lust.
The builtup in the base of my spine
Kundalini snake ready to poise
Restrained, Sometimes I feel as I'm watching the world trhough someone else eyes.

As for the doomed unicorn a Virgin's bossom is it's drug.
So, for my doomed inner demon, salvation and hell both rest in the same place.

C.

Old jeans fitting a manly ass and what it seemed a normal package. Light brown eyes the colour of honey. Hair wild but soft to the touch. Lips that could be always ready to smile or kiss.

That was my first impression on C.