She Owns My Sex
And still I say she holds my cock
She holds it without vice or lock
As years go ticking on the clock
To my dismay she holds my cock
She holds it without lock or key
The head and heart wish to be free
Pavlovian conditioned me
Must whittle sticks into a key
As years go streaming down the drain
In city home I can’t remain
And every orgasm is pain
All love I give cannot maintain
To my dismay my work’s undone
I shoot a load from Richard’s gun
In memories of sugared bun
I cannot claim it was not fun
And still I say she holds my sex
She holds it without spell or hex
As years get crumpled into wrecks
I sigh, resigned: she owns my sex.
Anonymous Submission, 2020
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