Pawing.
I wanked alone
to thoughts I barely could tell,
my tail twiched,
my heart skips a beat
as I let myself go,
as my paw goes slow,
as I lean forward
as my body is left there, numb.
Solitude is crazy, crazy.
Solitude is lazy, lazy.
I look to my furred body.
I love the sensations
that comes from such gift from nature.
I can feel myself complete.
I can handle with it.
No female can compete,
no partners are needed.
Even if you say
that this my misery,
that it's a mistery,
that I'm ill, that I'm sick,
I sure that you are
no one I should care about,
go and leave me alone;
you are bothering my self-love.
Solitude is crazy, crazy.
Solitude is lazy, lazy.
People say that
these moments I spend alone
aren't necessary,
that they are harming my body.
I feel sorry for you.
I feel sorry because
you need someone to love.
You have a weakness and think it's power.