I told you, don’t moan,
I told you not to make slurpy sounds
When you run your mouth over my dick,
And you were hurt that I said so,
And later, on that, a quarrel you would pick.
You say that there should be no barriers to desire.
I contradict that, specially as your
Small son watches the cartoons, ,next room.
You, bended knee, tongue twirled around my shaft
Take me higher and lower, between pleasure and doom.
The foreskin you pull way back, suck the
Reddened rocket-head with exaggerated greed,
Deep-throat it and run your tongue around in a frenzy,
Moving in and out, at breakneck speed.
You were never known among guys to go down on your knees.
Later, a shower later, you’re in my arms
And I kiss you; your eager lips I staple
With my lips that search your taste, while
I caress soft your nipple, your boob, shoulder and neck
While the other hand feels the fat layers around your waist.
You murmur you want this forever,
But you tell me you know that you can’t —
That you would rather have me as master
And be a servant to my pole; that you will
Give all in the world it takes to make me work your hole.