CROWN JEWELS

I cupped my crown jewels in my hands
(My penis and testicular glands).
The fair and equally bare Denise
Smiled wry at my flesh and bone codpiece.
All in my hands stirred, getting more hot,
When she said, "Let me see what you've got!"
 
She drew my hands, with her own, apart,
Saw, exclaimed "You are a work of art;
You are so well hung upon your bod
They'd fit a statue of a Greek god!"
On her knees she got herself well down,
Her lips paid homage to sceptre's crown.
 
As its stem extended to king size
Like a barber's pole straight from my thighs,
She tickled my orbs with fingertips,
The sensations made me rock my hips.
She drew herself up full frontally,
With "Well, my king, you can rule in me!"