The shop was vacant for a while –
I had a thought which made me smile
The lathe just sat there all alone,
So time for me some skills to hone
Looking ’round the piles of wood –
Wondering which would be quite good
A solid piece at last I found,
Tapping it – it seemed quite sound
Aligning it on that machine
It spun into a blurry sheen
A shaft it formed there ‘neath my hand
With rounded taper – will be quite grand!
The length… now ’bout that, let me see,
I’m making this to fit – me!
Oh, let’s go for eight to ten –
That’s a good length to fit in
Final diameter… let me ponder
It’s got to fit, just down yonder
One- and perhaps – just a half?
The thought of that now makes me laugh!
Some final touches to add spice,
I think that this will be quite nice
Off the lathe, to complete the task,
A sealing finish to make it last
There before me, finally done,
A work of art, second to none!
Now the test! How will it work?
Lube for sure I will not shirk!
Gently sliding the rounded tip,
Teasing ’round each nether lip
Then at last with pressure mild
Slipping inside – I am beguiled!
Sized just right, so it now seems
Spiraling me into sweet dreams!
In and out, with twist and thrust –
On I go with driven lust!
Faster still, each passing instant,
A rhythm settled quite consistent
Then the swell begins to build,
I know for sure I’ll be quite thrilled
A clench, a gasp, another thrust –
Orgasm, grand, about to bust
But suddenly the mood is broken:
One should not use something oaken!
No sex for me until the Winter
All because of that damned splinter!
