The Compromise

Crying is my solution to the sadness at my feet.
No more joy for me I thought, my life was just too sweet.
Pussy  was the dish I chose to devour every day,
Pussy was my drink of choice, I enjoyed it many ways.

For breakfast every morning, I would lick her pussy clean,
For lunch at 12 my meal was light the pussy must be lean.
At dinner time I must confess, my plate was always full,
A four course plate of pussy juice, my meals were never dull.

Variety is good for some, I read that in a book,
It sucks for me because it meant that I would have to cook.
Pussy juice used no plates, no spoon, or fork nor knife,
It meant the sink was always clean, I led a stress free life.

One day while driving home from work I stopped, the light was red,
A truck would hit me from behind, I thought for sure I'm dead.
I woke up six weeks later, my eyes asked what was wrong,
The doctor said don't try to speak, you somehow lost your tongue.

I screamed in disbelief because my diet would have to change,
The life I loved will never be it must be re-arranged.
I wrote a note to try to see if I could use a straw,
My love said dear, it cannot be, for that's against the law.

I've never heard of such a thing, I wrote for her to see,
She laughed and said a straw inside will make me have to pee.
I blinked and turned my head away, And cried a silent tear,
She rubbed my head and kissed my lips, while whispering in my ear.

The words she said that day to me, will never leave my side,
I had to laugh, was nice to hear, your dick I'll always ride.
Then she said i have a way for you to eat each day,
My best girlfriend is moving in, there's nothing for you to say.

When she eats my pussy dear, you will watch and wait your turn,
Once the flowing starts to come, your mouth will have to learn.
On your back with open mouth you will have to lay,
My pussy open like a tap, the juice will find its way.

We lived like that for many years until our life was through,
When all seemed lost we found a way to start our life anew.
The moral here is clear to see if wisdom is your friend,
In life we fall, but love endures, until the very end.

By Lancelot