Going On Commando Poem by gershon hepner

Always helpful, she would go
on commando, and would show
not only nakedness of thighs and butt,
but, hair enveloped, that small cut
between her thighs that men would wish
to fill with they would boldly swish
an organ only half-concealed
behind their flies. They never healed
the cut, which gaped again
once they withdrew. She loved how men
were turned on while they tried to peek
between her legs to see chasm
that they would fill and then orgasm,
and also how, when they would leave her,
they’d tell her that they thought her beaver
the best they’d ever tried to hunt.
On commando with her c-nt
she was outstanding, and with luck
will be, as long as she can f-ck,
which hopefully will be forever,
because her doctor’s very clever,
and know how to rejuvenate
her private parts when out date.
He also doubles as a poet,
a fact she knows, as you should know it.


Inspired after learning the term “going on commando” this afternoon.

6/11/09