a lonely man I am drinking hours and feelings away waiting for my nightly rendezvous with a crusty pillow case its red lipstick stains a stigma on my ego she's soft and squishy and cold at first touch but wrap your limbs around her body clutch her throughout the night and she will share your warmth, make you forget your kamikaze wet dreams despite her lack of heart, flesh, soul, lips, tongue, blood and pudenda all a lonely man really needs is a vibrant imagination I keep telling myself
That's really sad, man. I particularly like the line "make you forget your kamikaze wet dreams". Real interesting. Keep it up!