H The Hole

There's a hole in my door,
Where I stick my key.
Here's a hole on the floor,
Is it a fan-ne?

She's not easily shocked,
All inviting and warm.
Waiting to be unlocked,
By my cream horn.

I stand and look,
And take in the view.
She invited me to fuck,
But I got in a stew.

My hands they did shake,
My confidence did soften.
My urge did break,
As happens so often.

"Oh god", I did think,
"Why's this happening to me?"
Why does my manhood shrink?
When it shouldn't be.

She thinks its her,
And I think its me.
This thing is a curse,
Will we ever be free?