“Pretext”

« Pretext »

She glanced at his manhood
It was not as she’d expected
It was red and worn
And, in truth, quite neglected

Only one thing to do
Just get up now and go
Well, the question was how
To say he’d been rejected

She’d find a reason to refuse
Of course ! She was infected
He would believe, but she had
To stay calm, cool, collected

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