Tick on a dick

She looked down with a shock.

Oh, what was on that cock.

Small and black it was, it was.

Concern, it quite did cause.

Oh, it wriggled this way and that!

The poor, poor glans under attack!

Now it was clear.

As was her fear.

There on that tip.

A tick on a dick.

Say it ain’t so.

What’s this I feel with my blow?

Weird and round,

A little tiny mound.

Worry him I will not.

A minute I will time on the dot.

What I found made me sick…

A tick on his dick.

On this day, this day of play

She learned another thing to say

I will not suck it in the dark

I will not suck it after the park

Not without glances, the mouth romances

A wash and check before tongue dances

Look for a bite, a parasite

Before those lips will hold him tight

Examine so you don’t feel sick

To find a tick upon that dick

Before one puckers up to suck,

As you duck, just take a look;

A bump you will not have mistook

For a tiny beastie, ripe to pluck.

Don’t be rushed if he complains,

For there may yet be greater pains.

It might be wise to have refrained

If greedy mites are being sustained.

Even the most horny chick

Would soon regret a hasty lick

If she then found she had to flick

A thirsty tick from off that dick.

As grown-up time starts anew,

The wise ought glance askance, askew.

Double check how clean is all,

From tip to shaft and ball to ball.

Those who fail to perform a scan

May find themselves without a plan

When horror strikes – and it can!

In the form of a lifetime blowjob ban.

So check the bits but not too quick,

Making sure it’s one clean stick,

Avoid mother nature’s cruel cruel trick

Of a most unfortunate tick on a dick.


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