Takes Time

Takes time to reach tumescence
Not as in the days of yore
When I could raise a stiffy
Before she could count to four

Could hang my towel upon it
As it looked me in the eye
Did not even sag a little
Do I look like I would lie?

It pointed up, which pleased her
Every stroke massaged her “G”
It didn't take forever
'Til she was wet as she could be

Her orgasm not a problem
My tilted cock was all her joy
Was used to give her pleasure
So she never used a toy

That was now some time ago
Erections now are not so strong
Sometimes they're not quite hard enough
To go where they belong

I'm pleased when I am hard enough
To last until the end
To stroke my cock both in and out
And not to have it bend

To have her feel my hardness
That will make her pant and shout
And if she squeezes tightly
Will not have it popping out

No better feeling for me
Than her pussy 'round my cock
And to feel her cum along with me
At the same time on the clock