Pee-ping
I ventured outside
to take a hot piss
in the cold of a
November evening.
The steam like a witch’s
brew wafted upward
toward my face.
From about five feet away
I noticed the pair of eyes
in the bushes near.
So I quickly put my boy away
and watched the steam rise
from my crotch.
WYLD STYLZ
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