Jedi Have Outstanding Flow

He boasted he was better than any Jedi,
and used to ask if I wanted
to see his light saber.
I would giggle coyly and tell him
it was more of a blaster.

Han Solo had nothing on him.

I won't lie to you, it was good sex,
but he never stuck around that time of the month.
I couldn't really blame him either.
Somewhere between the chocolate and the ketchup,
I would cry about homeless puppies.

At midnight it would be popcorn
with honey mustard
and a side of "Don't touch my breasts
or I will eat your face".

And down there?
Would not, could not.
Forbidden territory.

The next one claimed to be a Jedi.
He wanted me to be his Padawan, so I obliged him,
Smothering my moans into the pillow.
Afterwards he told me I had outstanding flow.
I won't lie, again, it was good sex.

This one is a true Jedi, however.
His light saber is always ready
and I tease him about the value of
keeping old towels lying around,
"Just in case you have outstanding flow".