Anyway, this was one of my favourite sessions at Eroticon this year. Whether or not that's because I spent half of my time channeling my inner Roger McGough and the other half trying to find some way to mentally bleach my brain so that I could unsee some of the things Ashley Lister was showing us on the screen, who can say?
Anyway, so yeah, I wrote a few (very) short poems. (I can't write long form poetry; I haven't since I was 15 and wrote all that love poetry for the girl in the swimming class with me. Ahem.) I didn't read them all out, so here they are in all their
I thought, perchance, I'd never wake
But after shout and shoot and shake
The post-orgasmic pressing issues
Woke me up... to look for tissues.
There is some arse I'd like to tap
But first, I think, I must unwrap
(it's wise, and safe, to wear a cap).
Lube me up and rub me down!
Caress my penis, nips and bum!
Take me to the brink of bliss!
But for God's sake, this time, let me come!
I don't know if you read
But, if anyone's caring,
My body has needs
And my blog is for sharing.