17. Intolerance

My dick flaps in the wind; as it holds on for dear life.

The door blown off its hinges; where it fades into the night.

I challenged my intolerance; to please my dearest wife.

She suffers now from consequence; her nostrils scarred for life.

"A single taste", caused gale force fury; sharper than a knife.

Please don't offer me again; I'll eat it out of spite.