Ode to My Husband's Missing Foreskin
I never knew you. I wish I had.
Someone said you were bad.
Ripped you off before you were complete,
thought that bare glans looked so neat.
Now we deal with wet against dry
and rely on KY.
How much fun it would have been
to slide you back and forth again.
And see the pleasure in his eyes
as his pressure starts to rise.
Circumcision robs more than one
of the perfect design for fun.
He doesn't miss what he never had,
so why does it make me so sad?