Ode to the Penis: A Sexual Meditation Part 1

By Nancy Ava Miller

                                          People claim I must be sick

                                       Because I stroke my hot, red dick

                                       Stroke it once and stroke it twice 

                                    Because it feels so smooth, so nice

                                            Slimy-wet and nasty, too

                                      There’s nothing I would rather do!

                                        I tried to tell my strait-laced wife

                                       I tried to tell, but that caused strife.

                                         In group therapy, I confessed

                                         Told the gang I was obsessed

                                       Not just with my bloated schlong

                                       (Stroke it hard and stroke it long!)

                                          But thinking, too, of pussy lips

                                         And leather skirts and ladies’ tits

                                           Pale as moonrays, nipples stiff

                                       The thought sure gives my dick a lift!

 

The therapist, she shook her head

I’d like to get that cunt in bed

Show her I’m a real man

Whap her ass till it turns tan

Lick her toes.  She’ll squeal for more!

Make that gal my personal whore.

Ram a dildo up her slit

While gnawing on her swollen clit.

Spread her ass crack.  Munch there, too.

Then spurt my cum into her shoe—

A spike high heel—so trim! So neat!

I’d love to spurt upon her feet

I’d love to drink her

     pussy clean

Then beg her to treat

     me mean

Dress me up in garter

      belts

Decorate my bum

      with welts

Blistered by her

      riding crop

The blows descend

     though I cry

         “STOP!”

I’m tied! I’m bound!

      Can barely squirm.

She tells me I’m a filthy worm

She calls my prick a “useless knob”

—A phrase that makes it grow and throb
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