THE RHYME NEXT TIME by Dennis Doph

touchdown Jesus. 23

As I keep trolling on
From this dusk to next dawn
And I feel your breath hot on my neck
I feel marginally enslaved
And a bit more depraved
Than the hubris I just keep in check

And my Man Thing won't wilt
Bulging out of my kilt
As it promises considerable bloom
If you feel tropic breeze
As you sink to your knees
I'm sucking more than hot air out of this room

While I promise delights
On sweet midsummer nights
Entertaining (and straining) the Troops
What I do One on One
Is fascinating and fun
But it gets just delightful in groups!

So, inviting you to binge
With the Bears at Palm Springs
Should not ratchet you up with alarm
It just puts some more WOW
In the surge of this plow
Since a blush is just part of my charm.

You won't lose any shekels
Counting all of my freckles
Or countering most of my sass
So you must come to grips
With penetrating my lips
Spreading the hairy butt cheeks of my ass

Though you may not think it smart
Prostituting my art
Wondering why all these Bears think I'm a swell beau
You won't question a thing
When you're strapped in that sling
And I've ventured on up to my elbow!

Here's offering the best,
Penetratio delictum est.