It takes but a minor inspection of any unfolding erection to come to the only conclusion an erection is a passing illusion. it may spring to a heady attention then sag with exhaustion and bow it rises in time at a mention of an undulating soil for its plough it may seek to dominate the sky or to burrow the deepest warm earth we watch and we wonder just why its an object of derision, or mirth some of us fear its potential to dominate, assert and deliver not just in the bedroom, but the boardroom it sends our sensations aquiver yet i say, great erection, you are just a part of a moving contraction without a receptacle you fail to be part of that multiple action the four legged monster is able to achieve the great depths and the heights two legged, you are but a fable with no one to turn out the lights. sleep easy, erection you're but a reflection of that testy old testosteroni a quirk of genetics with motions frenetic me, I'd rather some hot macaroni! wendy wombat
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