THE BATTLE

She bends.
I catch a glimpse.
Shrilly blue lace.
My member
Defies gravity.
Against all odds.
I plan to make
My move but...
Along comes
The snake.
Tattooed, squeezing
through her valley.
I wonder!!
Don't I love
a threesome.
And then they...
Smearing of lipstick
on each other.
Routing the places of paradise.
Duel each other
With their tongues.
Whilst me is hardly
Taken worthy
Of partnership.
Nevertheless,
As they pass
I still
Stiff-salute them.