My balls retract with excitement

MY BALLS RETRACT WITH EXCITEMENT Whenever I receive A gift wrapped in paper I don’t unravel it; I wait until later And savour the moment Of destruction; Of viciousness; Salivating satisfaction; A kick, A buzz, An extra heartbeat; When I take my hammer And batter it; I smash it to bits With anger; With rage; Wild With my clothes off In the carpet-less room I froth at the mouth, And swing the hammer down; Outreaching warmth; A monster’s smile; I scream my chuckles Towards the hanging light; Still I pound And pound; I ravage and Savage; Then I take a look At the broken gift; My chest heaves As I pant; Adrenaline. Then I stare; Obliteration. My balls retract with excitement And I find it hard to breathe; Ah, the pleasure of the broken gift; It mattered not What was there Inside.