The Dry Spell Poem by GJG Elton

A seven-year dry spell, suffered has she.
Her loins, now dry, ‘cause they do not see,
That hard-on, once hers, turned into a ghost.
Because her old husband, he changed into toast.

His private parts, he hasn't unhid,
So parade, around him, naked she did.
Exposing her loins, her tasty pink snatch,
Hoping from him, her itch he would scratch.
For days and weeks, then months, then years,
Ignoring her needs, he drove her to tears.

Her dry spell, so dry, it drove her to water,
To use a new gift, given by daughter.
Its effects were immediate, she would agree,
She tried it again, and then went for three!
It drove her half crazy; it filled her with glee,
Now it needed a name, and she called it 'G'.

Thinking of me, my arms held her tight,
Playing with parts, that felt oh so right.
Her button we pushed, it made her cry out,
From a low mumbled murmur, to almost a shout.
Each shower she took, it started the same,
In less than an hour, she'd cum when she came.
With her soapy fingers, we'd press, press press.
Not long after that, it was yes, Yes YES! ! !
While pleasing herself, it kept her quite clean,
What a sad situation, for this beauty queen.

Though happy for her, and her self-satisfaction,
Hearing her exploits, caused my reaction.
Now my loins were burning, they needed relief.
A dry spell my own, it's giving me grief.
She has her shower, and though I have one too,
I shouldn't need it, my wife I should screw.
Unfortunately, for me, that ain't gonna happen.
Having crossed both her legs, her pussy, she's battened.
Oh well, such is life, I keep telling myself,
So I'll get my relief, from that mag on the shelf.

While so sad to think, and funny, it's not.
Our spouses withhold, as our private parts rot.
If they've no desire, should she and I suffer?
While they'll not agree, it's making life rougher.
Perhaps we should meet, this beauty and I,
Were we to do that, to our spouses we'd lie.
No plans at the moment, which I can think of,
For each of our spouses, both of us love.
But how much longer, can we both hold out,
She as a brownie, and I as a scout?
Soon something must happen, of this there's no doubt.
If no sex at home, we'll end our own drought.


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