Chicks, Sticks, and Tricks

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's the humorous tale of how I tried to help a friend with a phobia, but ended up getting tricked in the end.

Submitted: October 16, 2009

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Submitted: October 16, 2009

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Upon a time, there once was a chick,

Who was deathly afraid of riding the stick.

She felt it was a regrettable fault,

But could not will herself to fancy a vault.

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So on one day, I came to see,

Her begging, “Oh sweet Mike, put it in me!”

“I have a phobia I very much detest,

So put it inside and give it your best!”

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Though she was a cutie, and she was in pain,

Our friendship would be what sex hath slain.

But try as I may, and try as I might,

She still wanted me in bed by the end of the night.

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“A true friend would tend to my sorrow,

And it's only one limb that I wish to borrow.”

With tears in her eyes, and her head hung low,

She had turned away from me, ready to go.

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“Wait,” I said, and asked her to stay,

Against my wishes, in bed we would lay,

Soon the time came, for the deed to be done,

I'd be fighting a battle that could not be won.

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Lying on her back, she wore a mask of calm,

But fear had collected in her like the sweat in my palm.

“Don't worry too much,” I said, “ Try to be easy,”

“I'm nervous as well, and alittle bit queasy.”

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A switch had been flipped, a change in her stance,

Her plan had begun, I had naught a chance.

With a snap of her fingers while licking her lips,

She unbuckled my belt and tugged at my hips.

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She was ontop, I could not protest,

Torrents of force, she gave me no rest.

Seconds became minutes, and minutes onto hours,

Sweat filled the air, and tasted quite sour.

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Mentally spent, and physically drained,

Every movement I made left me in pain.

As I turned to her, expecting regret,

she sat there smiling, puffing a cigarette.

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“What the **** was that? Where came that vigor?!”

“Was it too much? How do you figure?”

“Don't give me that crap!” I yelled, “Were you pretending to be timid?”

“Calm down,” she cooed, “Don't be so livid.”

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“Your feelings I meant not to hurt, I wanted only to play,

There is no need to fight, so start naught a fray.

A caring heart you have, while timid as a sheep,

It was your innocent soul that I wanted to keep.”

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“But why all the tricks,” I asked, “Why act so corny?”

“Simply put,” she was ashamed to say, “I was just really horny.”


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