The Secret Mission

I feel your heat from across the room
As you enter the party unaware
That I strategically time each short stare
While the space between my scrotum and ass
Tingles to swell the shaft and the mushroom
With thoughts that your flesh might soon be bare.

I approach with a joke at which you laugh,
Locking eyes in the game of desire,
I peel the label from my beer glass
As you touch my shoulder to pulsate the wire
That runs down the center of my shaft,
Lighting the torches in my eyes on fire.

I search for a reason to get you alone.
"I'm too drunk to drive." "I have a van."
So my foot falls heavily upon the gas
While your tits, and lips, and neck I scan,
Hoping your inhibitions you will loan
To lift the taboo from your pussy ban.

I ask with a kiss and your tongue replies
Yes! To the question of shall we indulge?
Tingles explode as you stroke my bulge;
I peel the label from your ass
And lick the sweetness between your thies
As our hidden crevices we divulge.

Taking turns in the role of submission,
Finding where only libido listens,
We roll in the moonlight where salty sweat glistens
Like two animals fucking in the grass,
Until the ejection of my ammunition
Dripping from your face christens
The end of my secret mission....


Now what?