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Couldn't Get It Up!!!
by Sandra A. Mushi
Thursday, June 09, 2005
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In the still of the night she came, to me she bound

In stilettos and a black little number with an ass that was nice and round

Pouting her peckers and her peckers pouting, a gem I had found

Boy, was I going to get it up!


Lit some candles, burnt some oils and dimmed the light

With some jazz in the background, mine was the night

Her champagne chilling, I got the mood just right

Tonight, am I going to get it so up!


Drank gin and tonic while playing her locks

Drank even some Tequila on the rocks

Made a cocktail of Amarula Cream, J&B and Jack Daniels too, but they were all jokes

What?! Couldn’t get it up!


She spread herself

She played with herself

She opened up herself

Damn, can’t get the damn freaking thing up!


Frantic, I watched some porn

Even smoke some pot in a horn

With some baby oil, wanked some on sex phone

Johnnie wouldn’t bulge and still refused to go up!


In dismay little black number left with her tight little fanny

Called dear old reliable Danny

Always fixing me up with some honey

“Homie, the little pills will get the old boy up!”


Called little black number “will be there in five. This is going to be a killer!”

Two pills I popped and washed down with some Tequila

Was I now carrying a proud pillar!

Ooh did old boy go up!


Five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour, an hour

I’m getting sore and it is now becoming a tower

Can’t bear the pain, feeling dizzy and my mouth getting sour

Old boy is still go up and up!


Next day in the afternoon, Danny came

He sees me with my arm in a sling, looking tired and lame.

“What happened?” so shocked, he didn’t even call out my name
"She never showed up!"


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Reviewed by Ingrid Khola (Reader) 5/12/2006
Reviewed by sany jackson (Reader) 11/1/2005
Reviewed by David Knight 7/18/2005
I love your impish sense of humour.
Reviewed by Ian Thorpe 7/16/2005
Just had to check out this title. I love it!
Reviewed by * ashura 6/20/2005
Tsk! Badgirl!!


Reviewed by jacqueline amos 6/19/2005
Girl you are to much, thats a whole day, work I love this keep it coming.
Reviewed by Huda Orfali 6/17/2005
Very beautiful and humorous too
thanks for sharing
love and peace
Reviewed by Patricia Gomes 6/16/2005
Sandra, I applaud your voice! Hat's off to you -- keep it up. {pun intended!}
Reviewed by Rukiya Faizah (Reader) 6/15/2005
lol...this was a funny and exciting read...not a lot of poetry that I like makes me laugh...this was good.
Reviewed by Mocha Sistah 6/15/2005
hahaha! u are real and raw and a fresh of air here. Yes, it was humorous and very appreciated.

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers 6/15/2005
This is soooooooo good! I feel as though I've found a gold mine...filled with humor and talent, and talented humor!!!
Perfect..that's what this is! Perfect~

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU 6/14/2005

A composition under the rhythm of the drums of life
depicting images of libidinal imagination.

You have the tools, the Gifts and the grace to fly
on the wings of Your quills, Poet.

Thank You for sharing Your works.

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Peter Paton 6/11/2005
Now you see it , now you don't !!
An absolute cracker Sandra !
Reviewed by Seth Mullins (Reader) 6/11/2005
Now that was some wicked, naughty fun! A bit painful, too, as it reminds me of too many times in the past when I've...nah, that's utterly beside the point! Keep on with your rebellious muse Sandra!
Reviewed by Vesna Blueflame 6/11/2005
LOL LOL LOL :::Sure is it!!

Reviewed by Londis Carpenter 6/11/2005
Well, I got my laugh for the weekend. What a hoot. hugs Sandra
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 6/11/2005
Thank you for sharing the humor, Sandra. Love and peace to you. Regis
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 6/11/2005
HO HO!!! Sounds like quite a night!
Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore 6/10/2005
LOL that was hilarious. i can only imagine why his arm was in the sling. this work displays wit, and easy familiarity with language and imagery, i can tell you been at this for a minute. it's a true pleasure to read you and meet your poetic self...
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 6/10/2005
Guess this just goes to show that timing is everything. Soooo frustrating when the two don't coincide: the horniness and the lover to go with it... frustration all the way up and frustration all the way down. Stonking write, Sandra. Hope it doesn't leave anyone... um... indisposed! :)) Too many pills and too much booze can be counterproductive, obviously. Perhaps there's a lot to be said for just going with the flow and doing what comes naturally... when you're sober enough to actually enjoy the moment!! :)) LOL Kate xx
Reviewed by Sue Hess 6/10/2005
oh my...i started this with doubts but loved it all the way thru...till the bitter end, poor man
Reviewed by E T Waldron 6/10/2005
The picture you painted has me cracking up;-)hahahahah LOL!

Reviewed by Jeremy Vaeni 6/10/2005
And what's sad is, the pills never wore off. I'm still up! (Oh wait...this isn't about me. Yet.)
Reviewed by Nordette Adams 6/9/2005
Yes, I've wondered about folks in such dilemas. Hehehehehe. Thanks for the chuckles. Saw an episode of mad about you where the wife got her husband to take a pill and then hid from him. Now that was too mean.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 6/9/2005
FINALLY!!! A poet with balls. Gotta love it Sandra A. Mushi. You are certainly a breath of fresh air here at the old Den.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 6/9/2005
oh, dear, this is too funny! you are good, dear!! brava!!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D LOL
Reviewed by E. Richardson 6/9/2005
I am laughing so hard here it is difficult to type...heheheheeheh...too much booze will do that...I wonder if he is aware that those chemical enhancements can not only stiffen ones resolve, but sometimes the resolve just won't go away. If it stays too long, the effect is complete lack of functioning in that department regardless of the color of the pill.
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 6/9/2005

O, boy. LOLOLOLOL--too funny!

Poor guy. :)

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
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