Phallus
Phallus
Rampant phallus nearly bursting,
Purple haze, bald head for sure,
Couchant Serpent coiled and rising,
Pausing near the nether door,
Waiting at the nether door,
Tensing thrusting, trembling, abject,
Just contained and nothing sure,
Waiting wistful, yet the aggot,
At the entrance of her core,
Waiting at the nether door,
Is she still just now debating,
Is his fate the sad deflating,
Unwanted guests, to be deplored,
Banished, banished, evermore,
From the entrance bloody door,
Waiting at the nether door.
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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