Michael's Cock

A subtle intake of breath
and a nearly inaudible sigh...
of relief?
A sweet, unspoken "thank you."
You're so grateful for my mouth
as it engulfs you with warm wetness!
I am pleased and so filled
with you, there are no words
for my hunger, my craving, my need
for this,
for you.
This is my temple, my altar.
I worship this shaft, this head
in slow and deliberate figure eights.
I devote myself utterly
to its pulse, its throbbing response
to my attention.
And my pleasure.
I love its sticky sweetness on
my lips, my chin, my eyelids.
I give myself to its revival...
again, and again, and... oh god, again...
It is yours, it is you
it is MINE...
it is all I covet.
I love to watch your eyes
as I take its sweet and perfect length
into me over and over but
it is my mouth that can feel
completely, in its rhythm,
in its swell and throb and surge,
how it reflects your passion,
your tenderness, your playfulness,
and the incredible mind that controls it.
This man is my god.