my heart, my heart
My heart, my heart
By itself, it is not a balloon
one can blow up and run
100 miles an hour
The specialist smiled at her joke
Last night, I said I had
an ********, is that bad?
I thought of masturbating as
lust waved through my loins
my wife was fast asleep
My worry was if an ejaculation
will it trigger a heart attack
be found holding my cock
The specialist was ill at ease
I enjoyed her discomfort; she
began with a joke, I ended it
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2024
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