201, in the name of science

Ok, I have done as you wish
Done as you dare
I sat it the dark
And with only the candles lit,
I held it with my two hands and did grip.
I imagined behind a blindfold
In all the mystique  
Up and down avoiding the tip.
Now down my fingers I could feel a drip.
How the rubbing and the counting
One, two, three,
I could feel it leak.
How does this grab you…?
I wonder how you would approach my leak
From behind my blind fold,  
I wish a small peek.
To see you maybe want to take and seek.
Four, five, six
Always stroking and not missing a beat.
I wonder where all these words will lead,
Could my craftiness plant a seed?
Seven, eight, nine
And so the motion up and back
Mixed with the love potion
Mixing into gummy lotion.
I am way past ten…
Lost count as I imagine
I might now be dripping off your chin.
How many strokes does it take to win?
My groans and moans grow heavy
As I am fixing to dump
Here flows the creamy silk…free of lumps.
I believe I stopped with my cum
Two hundred and one
That is the magic sum.