Member Poem

They called him Gywn the devout
but he was tired
of false truths and being without
he thought time ripe to try
and truly live, let loose
let lust run awry
better sorry, than safe

with a pen he made a list
of ways he would resist,
come hell or high water,
piety's wraith
in this he would but falter
and began his day with prospects rathe

in high spirits after work
He took off at once
as stiffy pointed north
expelling nervous glee and fearful fuss
crossing the curb to where escorts lurked
“escorts?" “bah!" “ho-ho-hoes!!"

he twitched with restraint restrained
and piety forgotten
as she stood in his home
taking in her enthralling curves
with pickled relish
gave her rump a welcome flick
they drove him beyond,
that red mark and aroused squeal

reaching under the bed
she removed his bomber jacket
donning it as his heart sped
as she, her sex, puckered in the air
singing, in toned scales
“ride me captain!!"

and they made sweet sweet lust
in feverish roleplay
Gwyn pounding away yelling
“Boom!" er- half minute
with clattering teeth like gunfire
as a recorder played airplane noises

but fate had other plans for poor gwyn
for as they mimicked an aerial bomber
the dumb broad had doused herself in gasoline
and “leaking fuel" lit a smoke for effect
screaming “give it to me for the love of christ
*******
Boom!
The night rang out its kumbaya!