The Pains of Pilgrimage

At last! The big red knob is in the sheath
My head's between her legs - I start to dig
Alas! Before too long, she grits her teeth
Her hands push back - "Babyyyyy you're just too big!"

I pull back out, and lo! she moans and whines
Her head shakes no, her nails scratch up my tush
I smile – I know this lass won't pay the fines
For this carnal delight without my push

I plunge again, my mind is resolute
I'll be her darling boy - I'll make her cream
Just as I stuff it all inside her chute,
she's tense - her claw's dug in, her breath's a scream

Her wide blue eyes – they pass the last verdict
I know I'm all the way to mom's cervix





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