The Sound of Pleasure

These poems of pain in a way are therapeutic  
Tonight's topic is sounding, starting off with a cue tip  
I insert into urethra, wankin all the while  
I sing like Aretha Franklin, and step up to small vile  
With a grin on my face and a tear in my eye  
A glass rod goes in, and I feel the pain high  
I bend my erection, as much as tension allows  
A series of pops, glass shatters, I arouse  
I'm so close to climax, I can almost taste it  
A split on some tacks and in seconds I paste it  
Blood, glass, and cum shoot out like a rocket  
And for the comedown, a cock in a socket  
I shake and jiggle as the volts shoot through me  
I watch my snake wiggle, as it molts it's cheese gooey