consequence of twenty minutes of bliss

it was a wild and wicked game we played
out in the open, on display
his hand went here, my thigh went there
we twisted and twined, two contortionists
we were having so much fun, we didn't take note
that his rubber fell off during our venture
in he slipped and then he came
two months later i cursed his aim
some guys miss and enter the wrong hole
but he was an expert, a self-proclaimed tryster
he offered to me my first orgasm
and left me with a special, parting gift
for three months we pondered and debated
"what do we do with our unexpected friend?"
i wasn't quite ready to be a mother
and my whacking man-whore whimpered when our obstetrician said "father"
upon his discovery i was to bear him a boy,
my man went crazy, overexcited with joy
he was soon to be "daddy," he was a father to a son
what could be better then this new reputation
his potency proved, he was now The Man
at the ninth month, in the waiting room he sat
forced to the sideline, the victim of woe
i had bit his hand during the throes of labor
he was scared by the screaming as the baby was crowning
and horrified by the blood when our baby was birthing
he hit the floor in a dramatic faint
he was an excellent lover but a timorous wimp
ushered out by a burly nurse
he was condemed to wait with the other banished fathers
later he held our little child
together we breathed in the love our son offered
twenty minutes of bliss now a life of happiness