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That yours can so pound into me
the force of you.
Quelling the urgency and need that streams
so far inside of my holes.
Impaling, filling. Streamlining my release
Into and onto you.
The rhythm of your cock is a smooth hymn
I crave its touch and attention
Its tender tip. Tapered and tantalizing.
Its tauty defiance of gravity.
So far into me it slams awake
what was once out of reach.
There is velvet and there is the skin of your cock.
So soft to slide my tongue upon.
Warm and hard and tasty,
Comparable to a Popsicle.
Except the fruitiness tastes like your cock.
And your cock is delicious warmth that does not melt.
Below your cock, a perennial harvest of lusciousness,
Firm and ripe.
Your scrotum like a hardy delphinium, stocky and proud,
Blooming and relaxed, celebrating its cockiness in the garden.
And deep within your cock, a nectar withheld from me.