Ima Ryma


Viagra - Poem by Ima Ryma

I like to hit below the belt,
Rejuvenate as in his past,
How in his youth, how it had felt.
I am popped to make his now last.
Headache, flushing and blue green eyes
Are side effects that oft do come,
But other coming is the prize
That sells me for a handsome sum.
Both men and women seek me out
To do my magic in the bed,
Or for that matter, they no doubt,
Get it up anywhere instead.

I am Viagra. I make work
The male play tool - give it pep perk.


Comments about Viagra by Ima Ryma

  • Gajanan Mishra (2/7/2013 4:03:00 AM)


    To do my magic in the bed. Fine words. thanks. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/7/2013 3:58:00 AM)


    Ima I loved the concept, but my mind and soul the latter more importantly is corrupted for ever by science, therefore Ido enjoy the poem but alas I fail to enjoy her as I would enjoy my love smiling at me. I liked your creation and your sense of erection. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013



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