I Passed The Test

When I read an erotic poem,
My mind wanders, starts to roam,
To a very special place,
Where I see a pretty face,
We are lounging on my bed,
Till she starts to give me head,
When she gets me nice and firm,
I decide I want to see her squirm,
So I get on top and start to fuck,
Want to see her start to buck,
Want to hear her call my name,
Tell me she'll never be the same,
How she's had many other lovers,
So many men under the covers,
But I'm the one she now loves best,
Cause I'm the one that passed the test.

10-28-09.