Blame it on the Condom

By Alex Dunkin

It was then, there, the moment
Hot in the sheets
Me and him, him and me
Newborn bare, teen eager
Square pack in hand, the final temptation
Wait, no, there it’s gone; the moment
The square would not tear

Gasps of horror and snickers throughout
Sheets a rising cold
Me and it, it and me
Gnawing teeth, biting hard
Square pack in hand, the final obstacle
Almost, yes, the pack stretches
The square must be torn

Two members fade, humour strikes
I blush in the heat
Him and me, it and me
Won’t happen now, feelings flushed
Square in his hand, his moment
How? Too easy, trickery at hand
He tore the square

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