December 15, 2012

  • Rolling Over

    I always take my cock to bed

    Ready to raise its bulbous head.

    Hoping you respond to my snuggle hug.

    The feel of your skin in my caressing hand

    Brings bawdy blood to my body love,

    Bobbing against your bottom.

    “I’m so tired,” you say.

     

    I must roll over to slow the ballooning.

    End contact with the sensual inspiration

    Of your skin.  I have to withdraw.

    Not rejecting just protecting.

    Another day, I pray.

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