- Erotic Poetry
- T’was The Wank Before Christmas
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It was the wank before Christmas
Cock again in my hand
Pathetic and floppy
No way to make stand
I dreamt of a penis
As big as a man’s
But only had floppy
With its sad little glands
My wife would not touch it
She considered it shit
Not touching the sides
She couldn’t feel it one bit
She’d visited Santa
And sat on his knee
And her heartfelt wish
Was an impotent me
She gave not a toss
For my sexual frustration
And given the choice
Would opt for castration
My performance was hopeless
Not one thing redeeming
She was tired of small dick
And for giant cock was dreaming
So I’m sat at computer
And surfing for porn
Yet I needed to climax
My wife’s heartfelt scorn
She turns away from my wanking
With her usual disdain
And won’t look when I finish
In my cumrag again
Another year without fucking
Another year I'm unmanned
Just a pencil dicked cuckold
Reduced to using my hand
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