Kissing His First Penis

Married and straight.
But a man stood by my bed.
Bulging and waiting.
His shirt and jeans lay bunched on my floor.

Early on we chatted lots.
But he now sat on my bed.
Erect and waiting.
His boxers bunched on my floor

I had never kissed a penis.
But I thought I wanted to.
No man had kissed his penis.
But he thought he wanted one to.

I thought alot about kissing it.
Did I have the nerve?
I practiced kissing cucumbers.
I wanted it to be good.

I traveled to his city.
He was married and straight like me.
I told him I had practiced.
He wanted it to be good.

I had hoped he wouldn't show.
Or couldn't make it hard.
But he now sat on my bed.
Naked; Erect; And waiting.

I kneeled on my pillow.
He nervously leaned back.
Throbbing and waiting.
I dare not meet his eyes.

I moved in close.
As it danced and dripped.
The wait could not go on.
It needed to be kissed.

No more wait, I did the deed.
I kissed it to the end.
I rinsed my mouth and said goodbye.
We want to do it again.