Heroic Coupling

Heroic Coupling (or The Rape of the Cock)

What dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Phalli rise from flaccid Things,
I sing – This Verse to Eros, Muse is due;
This even Venus may vouchsafe to view;
Rude is the Subject throughout these my Lays,
But my Aim is pure: Priapus to praise.
      Sol though red Curtains beamed a tim'rous Ray,
And roused from Slumber the Hero of this Lay:
Proud Homer Smith, the Sleep still in his Eyes,
Groped for his Lover's warm and tender Thighs.
His Member stirred, still hard in Morning Glory;
His Lover sighed. He couldn't wish for more, he
Stroked her soft Skin up unto her Breast,
Feeling the Love that ever flowed at her behest.
      'Good morrow, Homer,' breathed the fair Nymphet,
And, reaching down, asked 'Ready for it yet?'
'Fair Helen, no. My Love is great for you;
But wait, it's Morning; I must use the Loo.'
Indeed, t'was Truth he spoke; his Bladder fit to burst
He must get up; let Helen do her worst.
And worst it was, she wouldn't let him flee;
She grabbed his Balls and pulled him o'er her Knee.
'You naughty boy,' she said as Spanks rained down,
'I'm horny and intend to go to Town
'On you, you lucky Fellow. Now lie down.'
      With that she flipped and cuffed him to her Bed.
Helpless now, her Bush above his Head,
He licked and sucked and tried his best to please;
How trite are Men in Moments such as these.
He licked and sucked and tried to be her Beau;
His frantic Tongue soon caused her Chest to glow;
Her Climax, loud enough to wake the Gods,
Was only heard by Neighbours – lucky Sods.
Now sliding down his Torso, Helen made
Up for lost time and to her Homer paid
The Compliment of sliding down his Rod
The tightest Vulva know to Man or God.
      His Goddess fair was just about to come
Again, when Homer lost it, unlike some
Men who can control their conubial Bliss,
Let go a Stream of warm and stinking Piss.
It filled her Cunt and dribbled down her Thighs
Homer trembled. The Anger in her Eyes!
He'd pay for this; he knew it to be true,
But still she gripped him. What was he to do?
Fate took a Hand and Nemesis a Stake;
His Cock grew large again as if to fake
An Orgasm that was not his to give.
She saw through him like the proverbial Sieve.
It blew, it shot, a gen'rous Load of Come
Into her Quim and dribbled down her Bum.
Helen looked pleased, her Ambition sated;
Homer, still tied, just lay still and waited.
      Oh God Priapus, mighty hardener of Men,
And Venus, thou that make'st it hard again,
Was't Ye that made fair Maidens prey to Lust,
While wicked Men are not so sadly cursed?
The average Man when flaccid can't be jumped
And if unwilling, can't be even pumped.
But catch him prior his Visit to the Can,
It is then possible to rape a Man.