He was a master of psychotherapy,
in a forte bound with sexual anomalies.
To cure an anti-climatic adversary,
of the libido, and love-making allergies.
Patient one was a living, bustling Viagra,
a war-head to be pacified upon explosion,
an insatiable lust for lust in a state of euphoria,
seeking nothing but his rod's subtle deactivation.
- "So what's your concern that brought you here?..."
- "It is this rod of mine that I am unable to bear.
it's driving me mad for it won't cool down
hating these sleepless nights and days of frown"
- "Have ever tried to exhaust it by doing one-hand position?
repeated course would impair vitality and erection"
- "Yes, I had tried all sorts of earthly methods
but none so far had successfully saved my rod."
-"Well, do you have a lover to help you with?"
-"I do, I do. .but she's too decent and conservative,
and I am concerned she might give a beaming eye,
suggesting I am only after for her body like any other guy."
-"Just a word of advice, that's not really for you to decide -
if she truly cares for you, expect her arms to open wide,
she might not do it now nor sooner nor ever,
but I know she'll be there for you, as human rather than a lover."
