(July Poem a day, based around the word hircine)
I’m not hircine.
One of my friends can’t
help, but giggle
practically to the point
of guffawing
when I tell her,
most times I’d
prefer strawberries and cream
to a pointless one night stand.
She apparently
feels the need to have
upwards of three orgasms
a week, all via masturbation
as far as I can tell.
She doesn’t comprehend
when I tell her that
just doesn’t work
for me
and I wouldn’t want it to.
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