A Cock Speaks

I don't know why people
are ashamed of me
try to hide me all the time?

Ancients raised phallic monuments
to honor me
some primitive tribes
worshiped me.

I look quite good
I have a light brown color
like roof tiles of Istanbul.

Most of the time
I stay in detumescence
when I rise
I become like a pistol
ready to shoot.

When I shoot
I don’t kill anybody.

When I get out of pants
people act weird
like they see the devil.

But I am not the devil
I am the source of life
without me
there is no life.

I like peachy, massive, milky boobs,
fresh hairy slits, cheeky butts
vanishing hollow navels.

They motivate me
they give me inspiration.

My size matters too much.

Men use drugs
called penile fitness pills
to enlarge me.

Sometimes I can be a nightmare
like African Zulu cocks.

Women don't belive their eyes
when they see them
they loose their breath
they get impale.

But I always bring joy and happiness
to women
like nothing else in the world.

I enter them
if they consent
I bang them from front and behind.

I give them babies
I make them happy mothers.

Models in pornographic movies
suck me like a candy bar
sometimes they use groceries
to perform my duty
with a banana or a cucumber.

There is a industry out there
makes plastic cocks on the assembly lines
for the women without a real one.

So they can please themselves
with this adult toys
whenever they want.

Plastic, vegetable or flesh
I am at their service.

But very bad things can happen to me
people can chop me,
can kick me, bite me.

Without condoms
I can catch a germ,
swell like a balloon.

I am very, very fragile.
I don't have a replacement.

Please handle me with care.