A Ruby Stud

I met a boy, a fair Thai boy
Whose ass cheeks were like a dimpled pear
He did fancy mine although nowhere
As rare and fine as he
So lean and draped in rare beauty
With muscles that you'd see
On Michelangelo's David no longer
Erect in Florence but inside me stronger
We passed the day with laughter and smiles
He embraced me all the while
Positioning me as was his pleasure
He took me as I lay in leisure
He spoke no language I understood
His cock was all the time of wood
He did drill me like a carpenter
From every angle drawn from center
His caliper was large and ripe
A ruby stud not quite as bright
I knew him not but gave him trust
As he did cum in a final thrust
Filling me with liquid light
That lay within me all the night
Don't ask me if he is my love
But when he fills me from above
I am a slave to his desire
Only he has set my heart on fire
As I babble words he knows not
That takes origin from that sacred spot
Where he presides as if the king
My body is his wedding ring