Cocks, or specifically, yours.

When we were small
and the world a safer place
we'd swim, all us kids,
naked as the day we were born.
I always thought the little fingers
hanging out in front so sweet,
kind of helpless, tender. Floating
and bobbing, jiggling when the boys ran
to dry off or chase us girls.

Now we’re grown yours still seems
vulnerable until it swells with power.
Soft an’ curled to the fleshy cushion behind,
stirring at my touch, my breath, my lips
until it’s rigid, hugging your belly,
your heart beat making it dance for me.

To feel your body entering mine,
a part of me, is what I live for.
I envy you this token of your desire,
mine as long as we’re together.