Mastu'bating

'tis a dirty word and I don't want to hear you say it,
sliding up my pole, working a while and looking for an image of lust,
'tis always the same, no one maybe guess but I want the old boy,
and he gives it and the crowd cheers and I feel like an opposite of man,
But hey there is not bruising to the ego, the heat remains and I tug ...
and tug .... and explode...........