The Penis Elegies: The First Elegy
by Nathan J
So stout in its erectness,
A statue of greatness,
Plants a warmth inside my lower depths.
A willing member of our union,
Free of scruples and neurosis,
Acts on the purest animal lust, not love.
Too proud in its prime,
Stands free, above all other meagre offerings,
Takes what it wants without hesitation.