Herbert Nehrlich 2
Stuff - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich 2
He walked the walk, a new direction
small tail between his legs
when from below a strong erection
stood out from duffle eggs.
His steps now quick, he took a nip
from a small silver flask,
then it was time, he caught the drip
what was it? Do not ask.
Oh what a waste, these seeds are meant
for woman's lusty core,
a wanderer's predicament
a horny fellow's lore.
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