My Debt to a Gay Man

It was, I thought, a graceless, choking chore,
A spousal obligation duly paid,
The drowning rush of sperm I so abhorred
My mouth, a glut of bitter disarray.
By chance I found a website indiscreet,
A source of racy wisdom, swiftly read:
…Descend with sheath of lips and tongue and teeth
To lavish 'pon the spicy swollen head…
So thus I sought my power, pursued the thrill,
Commanded senseless, slack-jawed male daze.
My inner doubt resolved with newfound skill,
His lethargy, a soundless accolade.
       I’m free from prudish notions obsolete,
       The circle of Eve's heritage complete.