Introduction

Who says that funny poets can’t write deep and meaningful, beautifully romantic poetry...you be the judge!

My Phallic Lover

You're the train inside my tunnel
You're the finger in my glove
You're the gear stick in my gearbox
My god this must be love

You're the drill inside my cavity
You're the handle in my broom
The lead that fills my pencil
I'm your gate and you're my boom

You're the carrot in my crisper
You're the ladder to my loft
You're the pistol in my holster
Mind you don't go off!

You're the sword inside my scabbard
The sausage in my hotdog
You're the French stick in my basket
You're my snake and I'm your log

You're the eel that swims my waterhole
The utensil in my drawers
You're the cork that seals my bottle
Yes it's you that I adore

In my engine you're the piston
You're the toothpaste in my tube
The zucchini in my fettuccini
Oh I'm so in love with you

You're the rat inside my drainpipe
You're the log that burns my fire
The banana in my smoothie
Yes it's you that I desire

You're the bottle in my cooler
The plunger in my loo
Your torpedo fills my submarine
Yes my darling I love you

You are my phallic lover
We are a perfect fit
I'd like to do some things with you
If you'd be up to it?

So take me back to your place
And we can have some fun
It feels just right to hold you tight
As we two become as one.

Copyright; Arcadia Flynn