So a friend dared me to write this for his wife... I am no coward let this be known now.
She writes stories filled with men, the one she has seems not enough.
The ideas flow out 1,2,3 almost like a string of anal beads.
Her head swims with fantasy galore as the words are typed into form.
Watching from the sidelines her man simply adores, asking me to write this as if I'm a poem whore.
He watches on, a dildo in hand ready for when she needs a real man.
Her favorite piece from the collection a black one curved in a single direction.
Patiently waiting for the right moment he can only think back and regret.
Ferrets dancing around the room as if following some spectral tune.
They chirp in delight as the song seems to end and lie staring into nowhere.
If only he were free too.
Now her work is done as she is tiring, slowly she grabs her man and slides on a cock ring.
She has man enough with her always, hell it's the reason she stays.
The doors close as they begin extectictic dance.
Well now I take my leave you may do to one another as you please, just refrain from involving me.
