B.I. Is Hell

by Robert   Oct 14, 2004


What seemed like tree days of hell,
and my body was my only cell.
The pain coursed through my waist,
never revealing the disease I had faced.
I ran to the toilet to relieve the tension inside,
and grunted and opened my legs wide.
What seemed like fire running through my sex,
I have felt like I have been hexed.
I screamed and tried to will the pain out,
but it rose farther until the last drip spout.
Was there a pill or a cream to sooth this damned disease,
something just one thing please!!!

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004

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