Just For You Poetry

For years you've suffered O.C.D.
And no one understands
That every time, that you touch me
You have to wash your hands

Although my love you really vex
As since the day we wed
We never get to have some sex
Although we share a bed

And so, as into bed we hop
As passion oft demands
I pray the lord that you won't stop
Roll off.....and wash your hands

Every time the urge demands
I try to keep things clean
But you sod off to wash your hands
And make me feel obscene

I've read about 'good sex' in books
And pictures that they show
Have shown me just how good it looks
I'd love to have a go

"Dear Lord I'm nearly Ninety Two
And time is passing by
And so Dear Lord I pray to you
Please......Give me just one try !!!!!

Lol... oh poor you Steven..

i loved every line of this dirty poem..

O.C.D. is such a BIG worry and really exists unfortunately. A mischievous satire that only you can craft with your clean and clever pen and its never to late to give it one more try Steven!

Wash your mouth out! hahaha. A great lighthearted look at a serious condition.