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A Terrible Time For An Erection

We all gathered there
To say our goodbyes  
Father Lewis said you were with Jesus now
There were sniffles and red eyes and the sound of people full on ugly crying
“A GAAA Uh GAAAA uh GAAAAA”
You were so loved
You’d be so missed
 
As I approached your casket
I reached in to touch your icy face
So cold to the touch
I imagined the stillness of your perfect body
The state of rest you mastered
The flower dress that in life was your favorite
And your winter nipples poking through  
Cutting through my heart’s brick wall
 
I imagined climbing inside with you
Spooning and feeling you up
Cupping your tits as I slid inside you
 
I was startled when Dad grabbed me
My hard on was on display for everyone to see
He pulled me out of the service
I thought he’d chastise me
Or beat me
But instead. he whispered...
 
“There’s no wrong way to process your emotions, son”
 
I miss you mom.
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