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