Penis Envy

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      “And so ends this poem,”

The penis was her envy,
His penis was his sole,
When it went in whole,    
His handshake was his mother,
Past her so wet lips,
When they first met,
And into her wet hole.
They were very new to each other.
She sucked on it nightly,  
He stroked it once,
That was her penance then,  
He stroked it twice,
She licked the sides,  
He found it had a name,
She licked the veins,  
Some called it wanking,
She licked every little bit.  
So he tried it all again.
She made it swell,  
When it came,
She made it spit,
He made a mess,
She made it cum all right,  
In his hot little hand,
Spilling the sweet juice,
Then in walked his mum,
On to her hot sweet lips.
And he was a little sad.
And that is what this woman did,
“That’s not how you do it”,
Every single night,  
She said with a grin,
To take my penis,
Let me show you better,
In her holes,    
We call it having sin,
As was her god given right.
Let me do it nightly and we’ll say we’re Playing gin.


                                   And so ends this poem,
                                   Reading every alternate line,
                                   Did you get the meaning?
                                   And have you tried it yet?
                                   Never under estimate,
                                   The power of the cock,
                                   When it is rock solid,
                                   And not floppy like a sock.

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