Our Cock Skin Is Thin
Why is it that our cock skin is so thin,
you start the process from a dirty thought or sin.
The buckle, button, and zipper first, then slip,
out comes the semi-stiff log with a little sap drip.
Click-clack, tip-type away,
finding the perfect guilty pleasure of the day.
Some like it soft, some like it hard,
there are those who like to watch the animals go at it in the yard.
The touch begins when the whistle blows,
what is soft is now hard and the stroke starts slow.
Skin rolls, skin folds, skin taut,
up and down the straight or bent rod, with lotion or not.
The story develops and the characters appear,
the grinding grows by the second, and so does the spear.
The grasp grows tighter and the moment comes close,
focus tunneled and crispy as a withering petaled rose.
The dry spiked pleasure blends with pain,
a tasteful finish of warm seedling is the final feign.
The screen scream screech highest note,
flow from the ovals through the tubes to the world it coats.
Burning, tingling, browned, mashed banana peel,
the gain wears thin and guilt sets in,
lacking feeling, emotional blissfully teal,
Until next layer grows in, wallowing reality begins.
Until we meet again–goodbye old snakeskin,
–Oliver Twain
