It was a cold in her bedroom
man it was cold
cold as Sylvia Plath's london apartment
cold as a well diggers ass
cold as a witches tit
And I was being a pendantic prick
talking about ovaries and oocytes
how men produce sperm all their lives
but at birth a woman is born with a finite number of eggs
more than she could ever use up in a life time but still a finite number
And she said she wished she was out of eggs already
She Shut me up
Got dam it was cold in that room
I could have used a silicon rod in my penis.
I think more than the feel of the vagina I miss that meaty feeling of an erection. I have always been in it for myself.
I kind of got nauseous when I read this.
Paul Castellano, the NY mob boss, murdered by John Gotti, had a penis implant to impress his Colombian mistress. The other mobsters regarded this as disrespectful to his wife, which is one of the reasons Gotti got away with the killings without getting whacked himself