"eurethra" poems
I was walking down the street
When the blood rushed to my meat
I was caught by surprise
As it began to rise
I tried to hide it in my waistband
But I didn't want to use my hand
I snuck away to quickly toss one out
And then I saw her face, struck with doubt
She watched as I blew my manly load
She ran as my fluids flowed
But my eurethra strained
And the juiced rained
She was soaked with the *********
It was a story of fate
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC