Your head near my dick is a challenge to myself.
That you can be so close to my monstrousness, I can’t understand.
I want you up here, on my hairy chest,
your fingers running errands on it like it was sales in May.
How did you end up this way? There was no game of twister involved or
any brave battle against your climax to fight in this region of the bed.
You must be wrong! It has to be some sort of mistake.
I cannot believe you would love me from this view –
with my double chin so skewed.
Ten lines down and you are still resting on my thighs,
breathing like a whale but breathing still.
If only you knew that I may have died a little in the climax,
and you carried my burial with compliments.