Why Do People Masterbate

In quiet moments, minds take flight, Seeking solace, hidden from sight, A dance of thoughts, a private chore, Why people do, forevermore. Exploring realms within their soul, Desires woven, a tale untold, A journey traced in whispers soft, A secret world, unfolds. Curiosity, a flame ablaze, In shadows cast, its mystique stays, Emotions mingling, they contemplate, A way to escape, to navigate. In solitude's embrace, you find, Release, relief, a fleeting bind, A canvas where their fantasies gleam, Why people do, is what they do, a private dream that's shared between the two.