from my spam folder, again.
Penis dances, penis sings
Erectifix has given wings.
Have woman in your hands,
have power in your pants.
Wow, right? I wonder if I can top it.
My trouser snake has died.
Many nights I’ve cried.
Erectifix is the perfect cure,
except in terms of staving off the terrible inadequacy and gullibility problems I have. That, and I can’t stop littering.
i like the power in your pants. mmm, i’ll be woman in your hands!
they write poetry for medicine now??
though I must admit, I was rather taken.
i was taken too. it’s sad when viagra inspires you to rhyme. or something.