I'm Sorry

Hard again and here we go again
As your kisses trail due south
Aren't you ever satisfied, Jenn?
I guess my answer is in your mouth

She told me about her newest fantasy
And we just can't seem to act it out
I can't comply, there's something wrong with me
If I don't go limp soon she's going to pout

She wants to go down on me, but with one proviso
My cock, in her mouth, only when it's soft and small
To take whole and flaccid organ as far as it can go
And nurse it there with tongue and lips and all

She'd like to feel it lengthen along her tongue
Have it widen between her lips
Hardening and swelling as I start having fun
In that most intimate of grips

To this fantasy I have not a reason to object
In fact I have to say that it sounded quite the treat
Too good, in fact, because I'm immediately erect
With a spirit less willing, maybe the flesh would be weak

The first hard on of course was not unexpected
I'm young, I'm dumb, I'm full of cum
Of course my monument of marble is erected
So we made love and in just moments I was done

Now normally, this is where my hard on makes an exit
Thank you all for coming to the show, my act is now completed
But now it stood its ground, practically chomping at the bit
We started anew, I came, but once again the scene was repeated

Like a motion light she couldn't approach without it coming on
We talked politics and sports and watched a movie about the Grinch
I tried taking a cold shower after a trip to mow the lawn
Nothing worked, my stubborn cock would not even give an inch

She attacked during dinner, or pounced on me from hiding
By the time the belt was undone it was no longer any use
My cock was awake, hard, and ready for the riding
Totally supplied with blood and the other manly juice

I want to please her, I really do, but I can't get it to go down
She can't complain that after all these years I find her so damn hot
But for this fantasy, at least, my springs are too tightly wound
She sighs, and like a true philosopher, finds happiness in what she's got