A Man that Cries is a Man That Feels?
My phallus
is no gun
shooting a woman in the gut.
My phallus
is a tender-loin
a majestic interlude hither her butt.
My phallus
is no knife
stabbing a woman
in her womb.
She flys with her legs
spread like wings
knowing it will not be over soon.
My phallus
is no battering ram
hither her mouth.
Choking, coughing, and gagging... Puking and tears of hurting not on my couch.
No, my phallus is a majestic interlude. That you can be a form fitting pouch and face your fears
with.
Selah
as the lengthy work is done.
For now, until, the next - feeling.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
1/18/2021
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