The Penis Monologues I am sick and tired
of being sick and tired!
My dick is wired
off of sexual caffeination
and I'm considering castration
so this female population
can cease their sock-rat mastication...
celibacy is my choice
my voice
heard in the tone of a whisper
when the sexual tension gets thicker
I'm just a pawn sprawled out
another victim
on a couch
for this vixen's mouth...
so once again i'm down on my luck
I've found another brown-toned honey
that just wants me for money and fucks
I'm a tool
especially when I'm used to screw
A wrench for a wench to use
which is usual
and i've lost myself
and who i am
trying to fit this niche
for her kicks
and adjust to her nymphomania
i'm sick of tasting her
lips that are kisses
of seminal liquid
when i lick them
should be my decision
not when you claim you're sick
i'm intricate
i have feelings, too,
shit
i might just wanna cuddle for a minute or two
or maybe
lay with you
i don't know
can i breathe, love?
it's never a problem
as long as I'm on top
and you receive love
to her
getting on my knees
and eating is a mean drug
my dick is
nicotine
for which there is no gum for
come four times in a row
i'm exhausted
but you wanna come more?
come on!
i'm done
i'm sick of pleasing you
i need a second to find myself
before i find myself being you
if you truly loved me you'd understand
yet you say that you treat me
like every other man
has treated you
so me eating you is payback
nightly, you just lay back
in a nightie
divide your legs
and mentally you say "take that!"
making love
is not my only way to display the love
i have for you
but being master to my slave
cannot do
a flower
a poem
candy even,
sweetie, please?
release me from this demon seed
prison between your sheets
I'm physically exhausted
emotionally drained,
i've lost it
I give in to your sin, and
begin to lick your causes...
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