[Taken from a member profile on ManHunt—where, it turns out, the poetry is the only thing worth keeping.]A Poem inspired by Shel Silverstein
By BoYnBrIeFsOrLeSs
Nobody f*cks me or blows.
Nobody pops my cherries & holes.
Nobody gives me kisses & hugs.
Nobody gets off to pics of me on bear skin rugs.
Nobody jumps my bones as I come home at nite
Nobody molests me when off goes da lite.
Nobody sleeps w/me or moans.
Nobody thinks I’m hot enough 2 bring in their homes.
So if U ask me who my boy is, I will tell U my boy Nobody is!
But last nite I had quite da orgasm, I awoke & Nobody just made me spasm.
I reached out 2 stop Nobody’s wrist! In da darkness on my dick, Nobody’s fist.
Then My body shook across my bed, & I saw Somebody there giving me head!
I moaned till I gasped & now w/dawn, There's no doubt about it—Nobody’s gone.
Previously
ManHunt Poem (June)
ManHunt Poem (May)
ManHunt Poem (September)
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