One happy sex slave

The pubic hair of his crouch is ordinary
like the grass of the field.
But from within that ordinary vegetation
rises an extraordinary flower - his erect penis!
Like a bee seeking to polinate the flowers of the meadow
My lips fly to that attractive penis head.
Facinated by it, my lips fasten upon it.
But instead of it producing less than a drop of nectar
As is the case with the average flower,
This phallic "flower' releases a bountious flow,
A whole tablespoon of white nectar.
Oh! Was pollinating flowers ever like this!
Honey is sweeter than sperm
But i wouldn't trade a mouthful of cream
For all the honey in the world.
For that "man juice" is synonymous with the orgasm
That produces it, the feeling of conquest and surrender!
Oh the thrill of the taste of his nakedness!
Oh the thrill of his hands upon my head
As he tells me I am doing a good job,
Giving him a good blow job.
"I love you" he says.
That makes it all worth while.
I am one happy camper.
No, make that one happy sex slave.