"I have a cold," she says, and sniffles.
"I have a headache."
"I have cramps."

I have an erection that could smash
a golf ball three hundred and twenty yards.
"You always have an erection,"
she says and rolls towards the direction that's
not on top of me.
Hell yeah
I have an erection that could direct a jumbo jet.
I have an erection that could beat a man to death.
But she sniffled,
and my erection, well, you know what they do.

Because I'm writing a poem and she's snoring in the other room.