Ode to the Penis: A Sexual Meditation Part 1
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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