Once Bitten... Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Once Bitten...

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After we make love
you dress.

Simply slip
your dress

over your head
in one easy motion.

Dressed.

“Let me dress you! ”
you laugh as if you were a little girl

playing with a
dolly.

You stare at my
Greek tanned phallus

whisper: “Golly! ”

“It’s alive...it’s alive! ”
you quip

re-enacting the birth
of the Frankenstein monster.

“Very funny! ”
I intone tonelessly.

You put a sock
on my c**k.

Titter.

“Sorry! I couldn’t resist it! ”

“Very funny! ”
I utter once again.

Then prim & proper
on one of every foot you find...a sock.

“There! That’s better! ”
you chuckle

absorbed as any little girl
in the game you are playing.

You slip my shirt
over my shoulders

tongue sticking out sideways in an intense concentration
as you

tie my tie.

You kiss
the inside of my thigh

almost get your eye
knocked out

by a resurgent rampant
phallus.

“Oops! ”
(give it a tender little kiss on the tip
to show you forgive it) .

My boxer shorts
appear

to have gone
AWOL.

“Oh well! ”
they will appear someday from somewhere.

You step me
into my jeans

pull them
up.

“I’m more used to pulling them down! ”
you muse
to your self abstractedly
(greatly amused) .

How very un-
-Queen Victoriaish
of you.

But
here
is
where

it all goes wrong!

In your eagerness
to zip me up

both
zip
&
pr**k

(Oh flesh of my flesh!)

become
one.

Go...ing...back......wards...for...wards
produces the same pain.

I am lost
for words.

“I’m so sorry...so sorry! ”
you scream in agony.

I scream in agony too
...enough...for two.

We have to
coax

the metal teeth
of the zip(grrr!)

to relax its grip
on the tangled flesh

bit
by
bit
bit
by
bit
un-
-til
it

finally emerges
badly bitten but

still in one piece

(I still bear the scar)

hear your
nervous laughter

“Oh your pr**k’s got a little nick in it! ”
(I’m so glad you didn’t say that the other way around) .

“Yeah! ”
I grin & bear it

tears running down my face
but still able to see

the funny side of it.

After that
I always make sure

that I dress
(always to the left)

& always
by my self) .

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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