s./j. goldner - Contain yourself

Jesus, when men fucking come so fast
It’s like show a little goddamm control
You broke the record last time for shortest release
Now can you hold out till I at least near the peak.

Two second count, I’m like a maestro
On the intro of a prelude
who never conducts past the first measure
cause the instruments have blown out
and the performance
is shot—
treasure chest open with the jack-out-of-the-box.

It takes two to tango, yeah,
But most of the time I’m thinking—
You’re the sole credit of this fandango.

Full speed ahead is no cut to the chase
Method it’s a trick and a miss a step:
remember to breathe and then maintain
this—Get it together, Contain yourself.

s./j. goldner

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