Giving Way

My feet give way and, with a cry, I  fall
To kneel in his shadow; effervescence
Is pushed away - If I  feel really small,
Then it is due to his extensive presence:
As I absorb his member on a terrace,
Covered with crocuses from end to end,
Their beauty envelopes me, like the menace
I've packaged in my mouth,  where I befriend
His cock head and the shaft, as he desires;
I suck;  this tasting obviates my lot;
Watching his eyes, intent, as he admires
His movement in my throat: I'll squeeze a drop
That will become a rivulet - a flood:
As I am watered, he ensures I bud.