Five a day

A poem about the moments leading up to orgasm, and how it's such a waste when a women stops a little short.

I felt the horns,

and so did you.

I dropped my trousers,

and so did you.

I felt around,

and so did you.

I dropped to the ground,

and so did you.

You asked me to stay,

so I stayed and submersed.

Between your legs,

as you prayed and you cursed.

After a slow release,

it was my turn to get played with

and played with I was,

and I prayed and I prayed.

As the blood rushed

from your head to mine,

the eternal flame grew

and it grew and it grew,

but as you approached the finish line,

you suddenly decided to stop.

And for all of the effort that you had put in to take me

past the stars and the clouds, to the vast beauty of the heavens,

one ejaculation contains the same amount of vitamins, and minerals

as ten eggs, six oranges and two lemons.

Author's Note

I would love to hear your thoughts. If you enjoyed this you may wish to view my poetry blog at http://www.poeticshambles.wordpress.com - Many thanks!

Reviews

[linton]

Great poem! The descriptive path created mental scenes as I read it.

[Robyn]

lol i agree with wolfshrew

[wolfshrew]

I loved this, all of it leading up to the end was good...but once I got to the end it was an explosion of laughter. Intense like that missed orgasm probably would have been.

[Talkativeted]

This poem just made me laugh out loud. Such a brilliant portrayal of every mans worst nighmare and most womens crulest trick. Thanks this is one of the first poems to really make me laugh on this website. Truly superb.