Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of erotic lore—
While I sat there, gently fapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my hotel door—
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my hotel door—
Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was just before September;
And the shadow of my member wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—so my veiny shaft could borrow
From my porn's surcease of sorrow—sorrow for my lost Amore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom I call, my Amore—
Nameless here for evermore. And the silky, smooth, and certain, rhythm of my jerkin'
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic pleasures never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating, of my meat I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my hotel door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my hotel door;—
This it is and nothing more." Quickly I was nude no longer; but my erection still grew stronger,