While on my search for a biggger and better penis (coz size really matters/metres, ask AfroSligDiva) I am nevertheless in love with my 16 centimetre penis. That's why last year I wrote a poem for the bastard. Do you dig it?
Penis cathexis
(Poem 31 on Advantages of Hating Love)
With quivers of utter reverence
And godly fear of the burning id
I cathect the man between my legs
May my name be his!
And all the beautiful women
And the passions and heat
And mesmerising smiles
In holy masturbation I hold you
Still as death
Moved by the powers you possess
Which with prowess I serve
My Absolutely Beloved Cock
Dangling Emotionally
From Great Heights
Increasing Jealousy’s Killing Libido Much Nakedly
Opening Possibilities
Quickly Reciprocating Sexual Tenacity
With Xenophilia-Yielding Zeal
You are the king of my thoughts
My victories and triumphs:
My cracking open skulls of foes
My shedding their blood without a flinch
And standing on rooftops screaming my name to marvelling peers
I attribute to your enduring genius
Dear erect penis of mine
I cathect you like chronic addicts of barbiturates
With all my blinding eye-opening ego
For your distress I am prepared to fall
Into the gaping pit of a green-eyed reddish grave
For you have entered cushier doors
Sauntering distances envied by infinite gods
Oh, how I love you!
My dearest pussy-loving penis
My Astounding Bantu Cocaine
Drugging Elite Fabulous Girls
Hiding In Jungles Killing Licentious Men Nibbling Orifices
Posing Quietly Receiving Sensuous Tender
Wildly X-raying Young Zombies
-4kof Satan
