Is it the depth of each thrust?
The density of the johnson?
Width? How wide is too wide? Or not widfe enough?
Is it the doldrums that I feel as I lay beneath you?
You sweat and grunt. I daydream that I'm with someone else.
Don't be mad. Your dilemma is not uncommon. Sexual satisfaction
is an art. You're not an artist. You only like to dabble. Literally.
I am not delicate. I am a door. Open me. Wide. Wider.
Don't be afraid of doing damage. I'm already broken. My heart.
My body. My mind. I'm no dimwit. I'm delectable. A delicacy.
But you, you are dense. Not your . Just your head.
You miss the obvious. Get on the downbeat. Dance with this
wildflower.