|A Black Widower Pines For Sex
Author: Robert Orville Berkshire PM
A silly series of rhymes stating my position on sex, pun intended.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 127 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-10-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2805596
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I often think I've been enslaved.
Reality drifts out of focus, contorting,
And suddenly I'm "depraved".
"You are a man, you are a man,"
I whisper to myself in the gym,
But I always end up reheated in a can.
There's a feeling of icicles
Scraping along an itch I can't scratch.
The itch, it's in my testicles.
"Yeah, man, ya oughta screw her."
This is the doctrine I am given,
But I don't want to fuck a sewer.
I have tastes, I want class,
Because the tumor is in remission
As I seek out such a lass.
I'll draw her in with a rhyme
Composed in my nest of rut and must.
So, some reassurance: "All in due time".