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HIS TOOL OF MY DELIGHT
I saw his tool of my delight
Lie flaccid on his thigh that night
After we made love he did sleep.
I thought his end with seed did weep.
Then I saw it standing up straight,
With some hid force, ejaculate.
Like seen a ghost I gave a scream;
He woke. "Sorry - had a wet dream!"
"Did that dream involve you and me?"
I asked. "Oh it was fantasy -
Reunion with my ex-wife,
Who I won't see again this life."
It hurt, there was no concealing
She was someone still roused feeling;
Why was she in his head just then?
Will I ever understand men?
Lie flaccid on his thigh that night
After we made love he did sleep.
I thought his end with seed did weep.
Then I saw it standing up straight,
With some hid force, ejaculate.
Like seen a ghost I gave a scream;
He woke. "Sorry - had a wet dream!"
"Did that dream involve you and me?"
I asked. "Oh it was fantasy -
Reunion with my ex-wife,
Who I won't see again this life."
It hurt, there was no concealing
She was someone still roused feeling;
Why was she in his head just then?
Will I ever understand men?
Published 14th Sep 2018
Author's Note
I first came upon that four-word euphemism in a novel by Lynne Reid-Banks, A Dish of Herbs. The description of how it looks comes from the novel but everything from verse two down was not!
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15th Sep 2018 9:56pm
I like this poem you have expressed in words in regards to your ex-wife. Very nice
16th Sep 2018 7:52am
LOL! This was the ex-wife of man in the poem not mine (have not been married!) The novel I found it in is set in modern Israel and the phrase is in a bedroom scene between a divorced Israeli soldier and a Jewish English immigrant woman.
16th Sep 2018 7:15pm
Opps...now that's funny. Sorry love, I hope I am forgiven... for my faux pas...pretty pretty please, hum, maybe a spanking will do, n'est-ce pas?
