Our Little Man

Our little man stands proud and tall
Until I wear him down---make him small.
He stands so tall between your legs
He's for what my tunnel begs.
But he is brave our little man
He's not afraid of tongue or hand.
He braves tunnels dark and wet
I haven't seen him scared, yet.
My tunnel holds him tight in love
Whether he's below or he's above.
When he wants my tunnel he starts to cry
For I feel a tear right by his eye.
He snuggles deep once he's inside
As though he really wants to hide.
Then he cries until he's spent
And then withdraws from where he's went.
As we lay there side by side
I wonder if our little man died.
I know he hasn't, he's just asleep
And I treasure the feel of him buried deep.