How boring <br />it is <br /> <br />when all passion is fled <br /> <br />to w**k off a man <br /> <br />...is a chore! <br /> <br />He moans and he groans <br />and shakes to the bones <br /> <br />not even knowing <br />he's on his own <br /> <br />his c**k flying solo <br /> <br />(I eat another Rollo) . <br /> <br />But does he care <br />(does he f**k) <br /> <br />as long as <br />your hand or mouth <br />is 'there' <br /> <br />he doesn't even realise <br /> <br />your mind is <br />elsewhere <br /> <br />imagining he's <br />someone else! <br /> <br />Brad Pitt is fit! <br /> <br />At this time of night <br />he's taking all day <br /> <br />oh come come now! <br /> <br />And when he does <br />it gets in your hair <br /> <br />as he erupts like a geyser. <br /> <br />Typical geezer! <br /> <br />Bravo! And no <br />encore! <br /> <br />Hey! What <br />about me! <br /> <br />Without even <br />a kiss <br />he snores himself to sleep <br /> <br />as if I were <br />his own mechanical whore. <br /> <br />His automaton <br />w**king machine. <br /> <br />When passion is fled <br />I don't want to be <br /> <br />in bed <br /> <br />w**king <br /> <br />w**king <br /> <br />yet another <br />male ego. <br /> <br />I'd rather <br />w**k me <br /> <br />instead.<br /><br />Dee Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-all-passion-is-fled-for-w/
