I found you one afternoon beneath my lover's pillow. We were not lovers as yet But had lain on her bed And kissed often and often Till Nature called to her So she left me alone, waiting While she closed the door And my hand wandered over The expanse of her bed And while it did so, beneath Her white pillow it reached And came out with you cradled Between its four fingers. You were ribbed and not heavy, And when I turned you on You vibrated pleasingly -- I understood why she'd you. And I looked at you and knew That you'd been in her hand That you'd touched her where I've not That you were her lover. And I licked you to see if I could not find her taste Yet lingering on your flanks That had been within hers. Then I was madly jealous at you For you've known her as I Never have (sob) yet known her And will know her again. And I cried out in my mind: Oh great curses on you! I would that she would toss you Out of her life for me. All destruction upon you! I could be in your place. May your batteries run out! May she throw you away! And God, Thou God, let her Replace this engine with me