I Came. I Saw. I Redeemed Myself.

--You believe in redemption don’t you?--

"It's my penis too." That's what you told me.

I hold in my cum to satisfy you,
knowing full well that's what you want me to do.
Yeah, shooting out cum does me no wrong.
But holding in my cum makes our penis strong.

For lasting longer is just the start.
Most times you don't even want my sperm to depart.
No expectation, just fondling my member
after your vulva has quivered, and I stay hard forever.

"Get dressed," you say. "Put it away"
"You still have another week until your day"
"Yes princess," I say all whipped and chained
For me your pleasure is the first preordained.

"It's my penis too." That's what you told me.

I hold in my cum so I can think clearly.
My diligent essence serves us dearly.
You smile sternly and I must oblige
as you stroke my chin and I'm paralyzed.

But when full of cum I have revitalized vision.
I'm full of chemicals bonding our hearts to your decisions.
Besides true love my cum helps me read
all of the sensitive intricacies of your needs.

So that when you rise from your bath -- me kneeling, drying your butt --
the assumptions on your face will tell me exactly what.
Your precious coveting look exemplies your love for such a rare man
who trades ejaculations for intimacy unlike most relationship plans.

Whether it's a foot rub, a pedi, a ready cock or ready bath
I don't cum without energy and control to do whatever you ask.
I want to make you feel beautiful; I want you to know it
so besides my actions, my cock should always show it.

I'll braid your hair slyly, be your boudoir boi-beg
and then grovel at your feet as you keep crossed your legs.
Sitting in your chair, all pouty and so,
relegating me to your toes on the floor tile below!

This is fantastic, I think. This is all I want.
Be your boudoir boi-beg, yet still your savant.
Just as I get comfortable, you open yourself more
revealing your mons, and telling me to get my face off the floor!

I stood up for you, my face red and rung
only for you to gesture not to my cock but for my tongue.
"Get down there," you snapped, wanting face between legs and on throne,
at which my cock throbbed from your patronizing tone.

"It's my penis too." That's what you told me.

I hold in my cum to honor you.
Such a simple thing a man can do.
Yet so much confusion with handling a cock right.
Whatevs I'm a barnyard pimp, to my queen’s delight.

Yeah your little red rooster I'll ardently be
even though you don't have a real key.
But you might as well, cuz when I take your bath gown,
my cock stands up as I bow down.

I want to magnetize people, want to know my full lot.
Want other women to wonder what you have got.
You can be worshipped, pampered, right there in your parlor
by your shining naked knight without any armour.

Yeah a peculiar man I may surely be.
But I have an insight on what other men don't see.
For to control their cocks would be to control their wills,
but in ten years I won't need penis pills.