Thirteen Seconds of Pure Joy

13 Seconds of Pure Joy
With a man I waited so long to enjoy
Watching him move
Muscle smooth under
His jeans too tight across his thighs
My secret sighs
Inflate his already overgrown garden ego
Which may need weeding
But I'm sure his seeding will be tended to tonight
Because, although I know its not right
I tried so hard to fight it, and
I lost
So, no matter what the cost
Ive justified the situation
Because my imagination has conjured up a scenario
That's caused more stimulation in me
Than cool whip wrapped around a thick bowl of hot chocolate
On a rainy cold day in April
Fantasies of him rubbing cinnomon skin
All over my hazlenut lips
Pursed into Betty Boop pout
About to open wide into a moan
When I realize I'm alone
He disappeared once again
I'd expected him there when
I see that he's staring in the mirror
Hoping he'll turn from his reflection
Eventually
Sharing his affection
But all I get is a semi-soft erection
A brief flick of a kiss
More like a dry peck
With a definite lack of bliss
Before his non-hardening self notices me
Finally
This time when his look gets me wet
I dismiss his selfishness
When romantically he grabs my head and
Pushes it south to show my mouth
How much he cares
Now I've had dares more challenging than this
But a mere lick and a kiss
Will not do the trick
So after lockjaw set in and still
It wasn't thick but a thin
Limp noodle
He attempted the impossible hurdle and
I was left with 13 seconds of pure joy in total
Wondering where the fuck the other 47 seconds went
'Cause I spent all this time
Fantasizing bliss from a man who wasn't mine
Ignoring his arrogant cockiness
When the cock was less than 4 inches
So the next time you want more than 13 seconds of pure joy
Take my advice
Get a vibrating toy