The right hand knows not whom the left hand is wooing…

One hand on the self,

The right as the left is playing with the elf,

The right is in orgasm creation,

The left is running into a great deal of frustration…

Can’t without the third leg do any screwing,

He has to participate but for now doesn’t rise to the occasion,

Writing it down like this could be his undoing,

He is slowly rising, that’s right he is accruing…

The right hand does work to excite,

While the left watches in delight,

Sometimes the left gets its chance,

Takes a lot it seems for the self, his fire to ignite…

With the fire lit,

No longer can the left stop,

He has gotten the self to commit,

Now it takes little to make the third leg stand up and spit…

       © ed ~ 5/4/05