Creamy Tears

I keep my cock upon the shelf
For all who pass to touch
A lot is often not enough
A little, though, too much.

With such invective, words it spits
With passion fiery red:
“Hold me tight and hold me long!
Release me in the bed!

“Within those folds of silk I’ll dive
And copious I’ll spill
Kiss me and I’ll come again
Your belly I will fill.”

But there between the books it rests
Shedding creamy tears
“Stand up straight,” I tell it oft
“And you’ll be loved for years.”