The Early Mishap!

How can we make this accident happen,

She said to him, but they both where asking,

I was hoping for some intentional bonding,

He replied in his casual style,

She had no complaints, as she greased up the chains,

And he answered “oh yes” with a smile.

So they got down to business, in a serious fashion,

And the fusion was soothing it erased all distractions,

This work seemed so hard and moist but relaxing,

As their motions became a potion of rhythmic action,

He was in heaven and her heart was racing,

They where in the depths of passion; and frantic concentration.

Why can’t you just hold it, he bellowed in arousal,

His plea was so fragile, how could she refuse him,

But my hands are still shaking, and my wrist is gone numb,

She said quite politely, with her finger and thumb,

She squeezed in elation; and said,

Just pretend I’m a nurse and you’ve got to be patient.

I am, oh I am, he squealed with surprise,

When she spoke so coldly and calmly replied,

That wasn’t expected when she realised,

He had a premature burst and an immature guise,

As he looked at her reaction, he said accidents will happen,

But she wasn’t laughing, and he just smiled.