Man On Fire Poem by Duncan Livingstone

Until then I had never set eyes on a thigh
I sat lazily as if the table was high
Though that was my first day to try,
it was her tenth trial
She was the lion and I remained lioness

My courage betrayed at least once
I tried shaking to keep anxiety off
Though I was not willing to try,
she was more than willing
She made me reach for those smooth balls

My manhood was really in a great trial
I wanted to look at her as a sister
Though I could manage to resist,
she really set me on furnace
I looked lovable but full of hatred