Butch

 
I stroke my phalic rudder  
And pretend  
It is in fact a physical extension  
The hard sex of phantom me  
And penetrate my lovers starfish kiss  
With deep grind  
And enjoy the motion of my masculinity  
I wear this side of me  
Extending proud  
Through manly leather harness  
My glory shaft  
Protrudes in mind as my chromosomal alternative  
I pant heterogametic sex, in deep raspy voice  
Holding a defiant posture  
My dominant sex countenance  
My boot perches in pirate Stance  
On the rail of his bed  
Arms reach from held akimbo  
And hold hard with a firm gripping lead  
My leverage now steady i thrust again  
And over and over....over  
The thrust stimulates my clitoral bud  
I feel the pulse begin and groan  
The tingle of pleasure increases my speed  
He shouts as my pelvis pushes deep  
Faster and harder....harder  
The percussion of thigh to cheek sounds sweet  
Ever increasing my venereal beat  
And in my head i switch  
Feeling myself throb from deep  
The urge to unleash seed inside my lover  
Takes my body over...over  
I grasp under big muscular shoulders and pull back  
And out cums in illusory seminal rush  
Thee man in me....me