Dick Pics

Why do I still have the dick pics of my former lover – a poem – or an ode to safe sex?
[With apologies to Masters and Johnson – the sex therapists]

Plateau
Why do I have your dick pics – I seldom look at them?
They sit here on my hard drive – a vessel full of phlegm
[What rhymes with semen?]

Your disembodied penis, disconnected from your brain
Has far more charm for me now; my sense is down the drain

Resolution
In a pensive moment, accompanied by a beer
I still look at your dick pics; I know that that is queer
[Meaning peculiar, not gay]

I think of happy moments, when in a sexy mood
You sent to me these dick pics, I thought that they were good
[Assonance?]

Orgasm
It would take such concentration, your semen rushing in
Your groans of pleasure peaking, would make your poor head spin
 
You caught your dick when it was hard, I cannot understand
How you caught it when you gizzed as well, your penis in your hand

Excitement
The lighting was amazing, that brilliant bathroom glare
How you held onto your cell phone; your profile made me stare

It makes me hot to see you now, on the flickering screen
I’ll get up soon to have a wank; at least I know it’s clean.