INTERCOURSE

Here it is, just hanging there,
Waving freely in the air.
Sometimes dangling, sometimes straight,
Free from every single care.

It’s friend, the eyes, have sent it word,
There’s a lovely slit quite near the sword,
Which firms it to the very top, growing like it couldn’t stop,
So to her portal it moves on forward.

It’s quite amazing it can react so quick,
Moving to the glistening slit,
Until it’s rubbing at the door, slipping in till there is no more,
A clean and tight and perfect fit.

Sliding in it builds up steam,
And fills the mind with erotic dreams,
The friction building all about, moving in and sliding out,
Soon to explode or so it seems.

The moment comes so very fast,
When one or both begin to gasp,
Emotions at a fevered pitch, as cum erupts from his swollen dick,
So deep inside it makes its splash.

With its duty now performed,
It starts to soften as she moans,
But never fear it’ll rise again, to her port to go right in,
As through all time it’s always done.