Spank Bank

I’m a slave to 3 stanzas
It’s like the 1st stanza
Is me touching my wiener
The 2nd me stroking it
Then the receptionist
Starts staring and asks,
‘Are you cumming or going?’
And you know I have to finish

So I close my eyes
Walk down the hall
Losing steam still stoking
Ambling towards the cum-shot
Make it to the counter
Eyes dart to the bottom right
Corner office tell’er marks my bills
Counterfeit
‘You’ll have to use your imagination’

Pornography robs me
Sticks a phone in my hand
Incessant videos shaming
My search engine
Green Backs
Blue Balls
Yellow Belly
In the light of my darkness
I wish I could retract
Those wishy washy lines
Blurred by the 3rd sticky substanza

11/10/18