Prickly Stuff

Prickly Stuff
or
An Unabashed Ode to My Penis

Foreword:
I can't believe it's me
But time and number do agree
I've kept it a secret for modesty
I now expose the best of me

Preface:
Oh, Penis Magnifico
Bold erect and frisky-o
Many paths you've traced
In cunt, ass and face
Through rain, sleet and snow
And blood you go
Be it menstrual or virgin
It never slowed your urging
I sing of your tenure
Your ease to render
Orgasms of joy
A plaything, a toy
For women of all ages
Mature to sages
Cunts tight and shrunken
Cunts wide or drunken
Dark haired or gray
Whoever you laid
Shedding or unshaved
All were craving
A taste of your head
Many mouths you have fed
How many tears have been shed?
For an hour in bed?
I salute you dear friend
May your erections never end
May your sperm flow forever
Filling cunts that never
By their own admission
Based on attrition
Were fucked quite so well
So we've heard tell
No doubt you're equals or betters
Abound and fuck unfettered
This ode does not diminish
What others will finish
Of your splendid repertoire
In the ladies boudoir

Prologue:
When time has stopped your mortal clock
When blood no longer plumps your cock
When clock and prick no longer tick
My joy on earth has passed-- too quick!