Poem: Every Three Minutes.
Every Three Minutes.
.
.
Men think about sex
About every three minutes.
I know how they feel
As I am equally obsessed
By my own urge for ecstasy
Passion and orgasm.
They are not the only ones
Who feel driven by the need
To gain express release,
I feel the same relief
For a few blissful moments
After some fucking Belgian Chocolate.
