Let It Pump

Despite the sluggish diagnosis
it appears the blood
still plumps me
where I am needed
and I don't mind
that you take such time
to cradle me in the comforts
of your exploring mouth
lining my length
in the practiced art
of engulfing the rise
to fit to your throat

You know such actions
are to be rewarded
once the bristles
of this moustache
graze that bare belly
these hands
pressed to the knees
keeping you perfectly splayed
for me to flick the bell
to shoot those currents
that make you moan
the further I advance
into the symmetry
of that luscious liar

We both know it won't be enough,
and you will beg to be turned around
braced at the abdomen in my grip
in a call for deeper fulfillment.