Object of My Desire

 
There is... something... about the male body.
Strength. Muscle. Sinew. Furrrrrrr...

The differences in skin - smooth,
stretched taut, hiding power.

The cock, soft or engorged
the testes.... soft, dangly balls
to nuzzle for my amusement.

Do you feel like an object, desired?
Do you smile at the thought of saliva
pooling in my mouth?

I see you lengthen, swell.
You're allowed - nay, invited! - to dream
of what's underneath that which
embraces my secrets.
I bring them to your lips
to share their wet and tangy promise,
then slide them, slooow, onto surrender.

Your tight nipples beckon - I want to
suck them, bite them:
bring out a single drop of blood
then soothe the tender'd flesh.
I am enticed, titillated.

You pique my hunger,
fill my need,
yet never sate.