Steeled M

A chance for bizarre M-
A time to singe your member
To have it flex
Throb and pulse ribbons,
Tease your taste and feel.

Drag a freshened blade along
Folds on rocked ball sac
Tingle with two fingers
The razor handle
And feather the shaft from base to tip.

The odd trickle of crimsoned stain
Mingles with your pole's translucent droplets
Hands cream this to a pale froth
Finger the mouth and inhale the concoction.
A tasteless surge
Will render a
Wanton scum.

Blade the sac's ridge
Beneath the sac lingering
At the anus,
Then yield no more-
Separate the ass mounds with one hand
And crop its hair strands
To finger with ease.

Now to pump relentlessly the silky shaft
Finger and fist a slathered anus
Ass thrusting a violent storm
Ribboned bellowing running
Amok.

That's release
To summon
Frigid dread.