‘Just Married’ This is the first poem anyone has written for Harriet… XX

What’s a honeymoon, just a bed of sin

Of continual fucking and drinking of gin
Where should we go, to a beach or resort
Well, anyplace where your nipples are taut
Where I see them poking at your sheer fabric
And my boy salutes you, like a docile prick
Why wear clothes when we need to strip
Velvet and lace is expensive, we cannot rip
Your lingerie sends me into space
I explore your body, with my eager face
A lick here, a bite there
A nip here, a gonad pair
I keep warning you, “Don’t get me too Senti”
But you want foreplay, before downing your panty
For days on end, in a room – holed up
You’ve done nothing but bend – with my pole up
Even when your mom calls, you’re all wound up and horny
Although she’s not welcome, she and her lover Johny
You were born of their illegitimate coupling
No wonder you love spending days buckling
Let me warn you, my organ too has life
It’s not inanimate, certainly not a steel knife
So please squeeze and pull with caution
And milk with care, it suffers exhaustion
Use foresight, it needs to last long after we marry
And you are impregnated, and have to carry
If my lil’ ol fellow goes to his tomb
There’ll be no cum to feed your womb
Then we’ll be one with the childless lot
Taking refuge in alcohol and smoking pot

Gordon, Thank you!

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