I watch the salival drop,
Ooze down from your reddened lips.
The eroticism is palpable,
As onto my glans it drips .
Your hand rises along grasped shaft,
And swirls over newly wetted head.
My god you know what I like,
My body saying what’s unsaid.
You take me into you warm wet mouth,
I shake, along with your tongue’s tease.
And as your head bobs up and down,
I gift my love, my seed.