On Men, Their Bodies
One penis was very large and thick so when he put it inside me I really did
say, Wow. One penis was uncircumcised, and I loved to grip the shaft and
pull down so the head popped out like a little man. One penis was curved so
I had to move in a different way. One penis was so friendly I was never afraid
of it. One penis was so slender I was startled. One penis was blunt and short
like a little pig. One penis couldn’t harden until he stuffed it soft inside me.
One penis came as soon as I started to move. I’m so sorry, he said I have a
problem, but I didn’t care. I loved that boy. One penis pressed against me hard
almost every morning, but I got out of bed as if I hadn’t heard a word it had
said. One penis was so dear to me I kissed it and kissed it even after I knew
it had been with someone else. One penis I never saw, but my hand came to
know it from the outside of his jeans. One penis loved the inside of my mouth
so much it sang, it sputtered. One had a name. One was a mouse. One, he
explained to me, had very very tiny crabs, so we couldn’t have sex for awhile.
One was Orthodox and wouldn’t touch blood. One had a mole, a hard little
dot just under the rim. One penis was extremely patient without making a big
deal about it. One penis had a great sense of humor. One penis had herpes
but I didn’t know that word yet. One was a battering ram. One was a drunk
staggering lout, a bully. One slept inside me, comfortably at home.