A Present

I like to make him happy on his day  
And to kneel down and suck; let him relax;  
I rather like the thought of oral play;  
And hearing how he grunts, as my lips tax  
His hardness with their softness; as his need  
Is mixed with lust and want, let all the cares,  
He has, be pushed aside; let my warmth feed 
His pleasures; as he finds that his affair's  
Quite ready for the climax that will come,  
Before he is much older; and my face  
Will present him a target, that is one  
He never will resist, but looks to grace  
With viscous loads to splash across me, when  
His birthday slut makes him happy again.