| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| TO MY WIFE OF THREE HOURS His cock in my mouth does not prove infidelity. His cock in my mouth won't betray our love. His cock in my mouth does nothing to impact on our solemn vows, our eternal pledges of love, honor, and devotion. His cock in my mouth means nothing to me, cheats neither of us, keeps our love whole. His cock in my mouth, wretched as it seems, is meaningless before our cake, our choir our minister and marriage. His cock in my mouth is insignificant, and easily explainable. It's just... Well, see, it's like... You know, have you ever had one of those cravings? |