Raiders Of The Lost Orgasm Poem by Sleep D

Passion's escaping me,
like a flickering, red cloak and little hood,
hot ahead, yet in and out of sight,
not properly presenting for thine eyes
chequered pursuit through pill erred wood,
like reclusive star of hollywood,
radiating thanks to public domain,
yet takes exclusive refuge in dry drain,
if spotted shopping near the sein,
being, too old for ninja turtles,
perhaps I should watch more cartoons,
or comedies like the national lampoons,
vacation from menstruation,
not too many ladies get,
why they have their cycles,
in which they may need oiling,
passionate exercise embroiling,
heart rate monitor beeping,
racing sea men creeping,
through the landscaped wood,
perhaps Brazillian,

then why o why god must u beset,
me,
your special fellow,
with situation rendering,
prospective orgasm,
to,
lowly status of mere phantasm,

my fault i know
on effexor xr
it gets hard
but difficult to blow

this is about a boy,
who can reach,
everest, evangelina, eva and christina
but when it comes to,
well coming,
he is not quite there,
as owing to his medi-care,
he's usually just humming,
when he should be by now,
well coming.