Malingers
On divan, the man who is lying couched,
Imbibing, slouched.
Subtle gal fingers
Beckon him to enter the wet within,
But too much gin
Lingers in his bloodstream, so it's clear
He can't make his pud stream from cum's tier.
So this lingual girl lowers to bliss it,
Lip it; dips, too limp
To kiss; it

Crawls, limper,
Primp-it girl has given his prick her all--
It shall just fall.

Limber timber had once, now not here,
Limper gimper, head for nonce just peer.
Sore-ligaments girl lessens to wrist it
Lifted but was not uprist,* it.

Mauled fingers,
Priggish girl wouldn't have primped it at all. . .
Tunnel carpal.

It's stalled; it can't awl,
Not enthralled,
It shall not stand tall,
Loosely lolled,
Gal's appalled.


*archaic past participle of "uprise."