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Click hereAn april twilight,
we take a drink outside,
fireflies abound.
I sense your want and
slip between your legs.
You tug my hair like a child
until I open my lips.
Nails dig in my scalp,
my face is in your crotch,
my throat bulges with cock,
and hairy balls rasp my chin.
I feel you quake and
nothing needs to be said.
Raw needs have been met.
A firefly, still blinking,
has become ensnared
in my glass of wine.
I take a drink
and swallow the bug.
"I sense your want and
slip between your legs."
Seems more like fellatio than irrumatio, but I like the poem.