Respect

It seems, for once, that I have made a stir;
At least there is a stirring in men's pants;
I wonder if these gentlemen prefer
The first approach of my lips to their once
And future, glorious hardness that presents
A lovely challenge for my tongue and lips;
I whisper as I watch the trouser tents,
Showing the need that will attract the tips
Of fingers with caresses; I may goad
Them to a state, where lust reigns so supreme
They lunge, and I accept the viscous loads
They splash across my face, for I am keen
To be receptive to the wants and needs
Of older gentlemen - mmm - spread those seeds!