Being limp-dicked, ashamed and remorseful,
But, nonetheless, rather resourceful,
He finished the screw
With the toe of her shoe,
Though he need not have been quite so forceful!
Tag: impotence
Spoilt for choice
Young and nubile, he’d said to her pimp;
There she is, bound and gagged, like a gimp,
His to use and abuse,
Any way he might choose…
And his damn cock still floppy and limp!
As behoves a gentleman
Could one get it up? One never knew!
Would it be hard enough, and on cue?
But his treacherous cock
Did get hard as a rock
When her splendid tits hove into view!
Crestfallen
Now that half-hard was all he could muster,
Well, rooting had quite lost its lustre,
Since yesterday’s cock,
To his sorrow and shock,
As they say, is today’s feather duster.
Getting on
He got hard, less hard, less and less often;
Got hard, then the bastard would soften!
Still wanted it though,
So he’d still have a go,
Till laid out, cold and stiff, in his coffin!
Softcore
She tried hard, underneath and on top,
But the fuck was a bit of a flop;
His damn cock was so soft,
If she laughed or she coughed,
It fell out of her cunt with a plop!
Love’s labours lost
To the best of her youthful ability,
Blessed with a certain agility,
Willing enough,
Till she ran out of puff…
He still limp! Goddamn shame! Such futility!
The dregs of life
Being old sucks! One does bear a grudge.
Rub one’s cock, and the thing doesn’t budge!
One can’t come like before;
The damn prettiest whore
Can’t get out of one more than some sludge!
Yesterday’s rooster
He was grumpy, pot-bellied and grizzled,
But strong as a bull, and long-pizzled.
Back then, in his youth,
Girls had swooned! Now, in truth,
His cock twitched at best, dribbled and fizzled.
Make-believe
Although impotent he was resourceful,
At times, perhaps rather too forceful,
Enjoying his toys,
(Boys will always be boys);
He was always, though, later, remorseful.