THE BLOWJOB

I stood there just before her,
Naked as I could be,
With my Willy waving madly
So her eyes would surely see.

There was no doubt she knew
That she was exciting me.
Cuz' Willy’s head began to glisten
With dew drops clear and free.

My eyes closed very tightly,
And I probably moaned a bit,
My legs felt awfully shaky so ...
I reached down and touched her tits.

They were soft and lovely globes
With pink nipples firm and ripe.
They contrasted so profoundly,
With Willy’s firm and pulsing sight.

I saw her lips move forward,
Willy stretched to greet her face.
Things were really moving
At a fast and frantic pace.

Engorged and pulsing wildly,
Her lips engulfing Willy’s pride,
It was only just a minute,
Till I heard my own loud sighs.

Like a steer worn down from running,
Like a salmon going up the stream,
Ol’ Willy became flaccid,
And I awoke from my wet dream.