Knowing Best

All bland complacency can be cut short
If I kneel by his lap and I inspect
The goods he has on offer: he may sport
The proudest of erections, he'd confect
From his arousal and the way I close
Upon his hardness with the softest hand,
That slides around his thickness, as it shows
That it has pleased before; his strong cock stand,
Encouraged by the dainty way I slide
My fingers up and down his rigid shaft,
Makes me wonder how I will feel inside,
When my sweet cunt or my receptive aft
Is opened, as he enjoys each tight nest
And leaves that hot deposit, I know best.