Dick in Hand

“It’s an old trick,” said the Bartender.
I was inexperienced, awaiting words of wisdom.
“Ya see Bub, ya sneak out ya dick,
    ya put it in her hand
    an’ next thing ya know ya be a fuck’en her.”
So that’s all there is to it, I thought,
   too simple for words…

I was to shy to try that trick,
  but two years later out on the college green,
  only ten paces out the dark door of the Freshman Hop,
  Mary Lu Dillinger didn’t wait.
Unzipped my jeans and took my cock in hand saying,
  “Tell me you love me and I’ll suck your cock.”
  “Tell me you love me and I’ll let you fuck me.”
  “My new birthday convertible, you can drive it any time.”
I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t love her,
  “Ah, ahh, I can love you tonight,” I blubbered
“No, that doesn’t cut it for me”, she said,
   dropping my stiff rod, wandering off into the darkness.

In a borrowed car at the local drive-in theater
  with snow covering the windshield
  I’d gotten Darla Pinzer’s panties off one leg
  and put my cock into her hand awaiting entrance.
Then she broke the trance as I maneuvered,
  “Oh I met the cutest Canadian Folk Singer.”
As she uttered those fateful words,
   I shot my load onto her warm thigh
   and went as limp as a dead exclamation mark,
   just as she stuck her tongue in my mouth
   which tasted like a stale cigarette,
 She had told me emphatically, “I don’t smoke.”

In the back seat of an old Chevy
  on a dark rural street,
  just blocks from the Holly Roller Baptist Church
  where I’d waited in the clumped earth parking lot
  as the Preacher raised hell inside,
I offered Cheryl Johnson my dick in hand .
   which she guided to the promised land.
She was the drum majorette at the local high school
Tall slender legs, two small tits—smelled like honey.
It was so cold, afterwards I had to piss.
I stepped outside, my ass nude to the wind and
  cut a stream that almost turned to ice.
Back in the car, the heater blasting
  she snuggled up to me.
“Will I get pregnant?”
“Nah, I used a rubber”
“Oh, ok, I just wanna say,
   when you put your cock in my hand,
   I just wanted to make you happy.”
“You did Honey, and I’ll never leave your side.”

We married three years later. Had three kids
Cheryl kept her looks.
Bobby the younger joined the Marines,
  died in a helicopter crash in Iraq
Bill graduated Law School, active in local politics.
Kathy Ann, like her mom, was a cheerleader.
Married a football hero, made me a grandfather.
We were all together last Sunday
  when we slid Cheryl into the cold ground.
Dead at 62 of cervical cancer.

Life is not heroic, it’s eating, drinking, shitting
  and fucking— if you can get your dick out in time
  and into someone’s hand
Now there is no one but me, to hold my cock
  on cold sleepless winter nights
  when I get up to pee two or three times
  and my stream turns to a trickle
  as the cold tiles freeze my feet
  and I think back on the gal who held it.