Think on this hill you climb, as you discern
Landscapes on this trip: you will discover
Him as you lift the sheets and you uncover
A certain puissance for which you may yearn;
And if you press your lips, as if to learn
The taste of this fine pillar, you'll recover
A certain moisture, making you the lover
Of this erection: such is his concern
He'd have you savour it and quench desire
Within that warm mouth, with an eager tongue,
That laps and licks; and pleases with a will,
Which is controlled and yet controls the fire,
That burns in loins that you would climb as one
Who's anxious to discern what's on this hill.
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