a license to pen

wrap your tongue around
squeeze with your lips...
constrict...
as your snake,
take your forked tongue...
continue to stroke with your lick.
milk from me...
as could it be,
venom...I would agree.
slide your hand up, down
as the wet turns slick...
jerk and jack...
harder, don't lack...
watch the one eyed monster...
as the jizzum
starts in come.
watch as it leaks clear..
then the white begins to appear...
taste if you dare...
how does my cum compare...
is it as sweet...
is it as warm...
does it in you jell...
makes you want to perform.
makes you want to dance...
move your hip
to grind...
to sway...
tell me, again...go on, any way
to hear your description of others you lay...
it bring an excitement my mind often plays...
the image of your dancing upon a rock...
my wants, to see, don't be shocked...
to watch your lips on another cock,
as his cum drips from your chin...
my hand on me...
tell me how this could begin...
tell me of this unimaginable sin...
does that alter your mind?
does that captivate,
give to you a design,
or with your pen, a rhyme,
the license to alleviate?