Throbbing with delight
at the cool touch
of my fingers,
it spews a geyser
upon my computer screen.
The imageboard drizzles
with my beautiful pearly rain.
A flesh tower, paint peeling in the beating sun
It serves a beacon to seaswept lost-- the wet flock to my penis
It surges
Lightning strikes
A flash of white
I hand you a towel
You look upon me like a god. My penis is great but do not make idol worship as my penis is humble. Shaved and devout it journeys from shrine to shrine making deposits. I sit under a tree for years, beating my meat like a drum. Each stroke a triumphant stride on this road to enlightenment. I realize after my penial pilgrimage that penis is life. The day my penis should wilt so shall I. I will conjure no voodoo powders and spells to zombify my grand organ. My penis would die for you. I go door to door, to let people know the good grace of my penis. Lost souls all welcome the word, invite me inside. I spread my good will, my seed- but I cannot stay long. There is still so much I have yet to put my penis into. If if may feel, let it feel my penis. All with love in their hearts, those who believe in the whud rhapsody, the headboard knock. I would gladly give my penis.
My penis beats more fervently than my heart ever could. When asked to check my pulse I grab my penis. Would you like to see? My penis?