tw: implied mstrbtion

Bliss.

The day was draining.

she craves for better.

so she closes the door,

and reaches down.

to forget it all.

One light feather touch,

then another. and another.

and more. and more.

the worries and stresses of the day pool out of her mind, one touch at a time.

its not enough.

She keeps on. 

more and more.

soft, hard, up high or down low.

she feels it coming on.

as she enters bliss of pleasure, it is already over.

and the guilt creeps in.

it all starts coming back to her.

So she reaches down again.

the pleasure is  never enough.

no matter how hard she tries for better.

it comes back just to haunt her right after.

she feels disgusting.

but even so..

Isn't the short lives bliss better than nothing?