Mouthful for You

The ten mile run,
with a mouthful of cum,
was something she made me do;

Without to much trouble,
the mouthful did double,
with saliva, a bubblin' brew;

A sloshing success,
I pulled past the rest,
powered by my frothy stew;

Until in the middle,
my spittle did dribble,
what my mouth could no longer chew;

Twenty inches of drool,
slimy loose gruel,
decorated my shirt of blue;

Down past my belly,
then under my shorts,
the stream ran fast and true;

It tickled my balls,
in warm oozing falls,
the thickness of morning dew;

What I felt on my thighs,
I saw in the eyes,
of those I passed in review;

Til past my knees,
and I smiled in glee,
to rivulets reaching my shoes;

Soaked up by my socks,
now squishy and hot,
left me trotting in icky poo;

But up to the wire,
my Eros on fire,
on saliva and cum I flew;

Til my feet slipped free,
and I thought "oh gee,"
what am I to do;

Without my shoes,
I was a tumblin' fool,
bouncin' on into the crew;

But upon lookin' up,
like a wet horny pup,
at the crowd that I drew;

I saw the blue ribbon,
for the race I had run winning,
with a mouthful of cum for you.

NP