Empty Hands

When I caressed your cock, I realised  
That I had lived my life with empty hands;
The past is full of penitence devised
By eyes that look back, knowing how the plans
I had to prosper alone would not work,
Despite my best endeavours and the help
You gave me with your love; you did not shirk
The opportunities, so that I felt
Quite free to find your hands and then your arm;
And all the warmth exuded when we kissed
Brought blushing burns to cheeks; but, then, the charm,
With which you had me entertain, dismissed
Mere hints of false embarrassment: the gift
You filled my hands with: cock - who could resist?