Carnal Devotion

There you go again
agitating my prick
to rise to the worship
you wish to bestow

I wonder what it is
that inventive mind
has in store

The finest art
demanding
I always crawl back for more

Never tiring from a taste
or watching how each touch
augments that lovely face

True thrills to be collected
to shift inside
a lulling pace

Here I go again
subsiding those open places
acting in accordance
to the unconscious command