by A.J. Gray
The agony and joy of waiting.
|Will our juices mingle?
Will our juices shout?
Honey, I can't wait to enter you
And find what this sex is all about.
My balls are so inflamed
With this passion of mine
May my loins satisfy . . .
Intoxicating you like age-old wine.
Oh baby, I've saved myself
As God gave me you
It's been hard...real hard
Dear Lord, may it be worth it through and through.
I can't wait to marry you
So I can take your clothes off
To feel your wonderful breasts
As you stroke my Borisnikov.
I know this poem is a little silly
Written out of desperation
I'm dealing with this horniness
As in teenage masturbation.
Again, my balls are stirring with juices
And my shaft is getting straight
Just the thought of you, my darling
I simply cannot wait.
But that's for much later
A day anointed from up above
A testament to all the nations
Till we'll consummate our love.