Mast'Rbation ..... [loneliness; Not Personal! ! ; Getting Longer By The Second; Humor] Poem by Bri Edwards

I lay ‘pon our lonely bed, only the bed and me,
when s’ddenly I got the ‘rge (I tho’ght) to pee.
So ’p I got and off I went, thro’gh the bathroom door.
I sat down ‘pon the toilet, b’t peed two drops, no more.

I sh’ffled back to the bedroom then (I DID) ,
b’t of that ‘rge (to pee?) ……, I co’ld NOT myself rid.
So I t’rned my head (the better yo’r portrait to view) ….
and that’s when (to’ching myself down “there”) …… “it” grew.

It grew more the more I tho’ght of yo’…., gone off for two days.
[At times like this, a man-like-me, with his penis plays.]
The more I r’bbed it, the more it grew. 4; 6; ………..then 8!
It reminded me of last night’s sa’sage, on my dinner plate.

And before long, it started oozing. It was VERY slippery now ……,
reminding me of a sweating dancer, straightening from a bow.
One more stroke and it er’pted; what a lot of goo!
It wo’ld have been better still ……., if I‘d not been missing “u”.

(Febr’ary 26, 2015)