PUTTING ON A CONDOM

I put a condom on my wood;
feeling that it gave me was good,
being cradled in my manhood,
it made me feel more of a stud.

I did not feel less of a man
to have this over my organ.
Its smoothness, inside and without,
fit like a glove upon my spout.

I felt like helmeted soldier
ready to 'up and at' in war -
what was called 'the wars of Venus',
fit occupation for penis.