Consolation Plies

Cry on my shoulder and find my embrace
I long to sooth your poor troubled heart
A man's hold is far from your rightful place
And mere lust's end may let true love start

Discover within me a world more placid
No muss, no fuss, no sticky sperm
Neither cock nor promises falling flaccid
Both my tongue and my word shall remain firm

I try to hide my eye's devious glint
At the dream of your turning to the Sapphic
My mind grasps desperately for some hint
That could suggest thoughts so brazenly graphic

Your flesh is far sweeter than any sonnet
And my kisses shall fall like the rain down upon it