100 Miles

It’s hard driving a hundred miles with a hard on
It’s difficult to drive that far with a hard dick
It’s hard driving a hundred miles with a hard on
I can’t stop thinking of you – sitting on it.
I can’t wait to have you grind me
To bounce those titties around
I can’t wait to throw you over
And put your back on the ground
I will put my fingers work
As my tongue finds third base
But if you try to return the favor
I'll surely explode in your face
Oh it’s hard driving a hundred miles with a hard on
It’s difficult, but I'll do it somehow
It’s hard driving a hundred miles with a hard on
What’s the politest way to say I need to fuck you right now?

(This poem is based on true events.)