UNCOUNTED

He strokes off each day,

but it isn't enough...

 

His favorite is oral...

Gentle or rough?

 

He lists them all carefully;

he doesn't count them...

 

Men all reduced

to the strength of their fountain.

 

And he does not date them;

just sex is enough...

 

His hardon is constant...

Gentle or rough?

 

He goes with each man

but where do they take him?

 

Where does he go

when the bliss seems to wake him?

 

Where does he go

when he simply is mounted?

 

And while he is there

So young & so fair,

Do the men get inside

or are they uncounted?

 

Written By Jason Wright

FEBRUARY 24, 2006

For David G.

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