Ode to the Cock

Oh, sweet corpus cavernosa,
You go by so many names:
For the timid, you are merely "a thing,"
For the playful, a "dick,"
For the clinical or common, a "penis."
You can be a "member,"
You can be a "shlong,"
You can be a "love rod,"
And you can be a "dong."

But really, one name,
One name suits you best:
You are, you must be,
You will always be,
The cock.

Everyone gets so hung up
On how long you are hung;
The writers make you 14 inches
As if they've ever seen you
Quite so big.
They worry that six inches long,
And one across,
Is not enough;
But cock, sweet cock, please worry not:
For certainly it is.

I don't care if you're three inches long,
Or six, or nine, or twelve;
I don't care if you can find your girth
At two inches or five.
It's not the size of your boat, love,
And it's not the motion of the ocean;
It's that I want you as my captain,
To sail away with you.

I don't care how you please me,
Merely that you do;
I don't care how deep you fill me,
Merely that you do.
I don't care how much comes out,
Or how far it can fly;
I love each precious drop of it,
And I love to feel you send it forth.

Squeeze you, stroke you,
Rub you, fuck you;
Tickle you, kiss you,
Lick you, suck you.
So many wonderful joys
I've had and hope to have
With you, beautiful cock.

You may get hard
At awkward moments,
Or stay too soft
When I want you hard.
You may cum too early,
Or cum too late.
You may ask for things
I cannot give you;
But know I want to, baby.
Know I love you.

Please, sweet cock;
Be my love always.