STARTING TO TRICKLE

I look down on your head,
a mane of highlighted red,
as you take within your mouth
my peninsula down south,
a subject upon her knees
with her virile king to please.
You are getting up the juices
that your oral play produces.
My pre-cum starts to trickle
when, with your tongue, you tickle
crown of my royal scepter,
your mouth its glad receptor,
taking a suck of the juice
as tongue plays with my prepuce,
drawing it fore and backwards,
deeper in mouth, then sac-wards.
I stiffer and thicker grow
while your tongue rounds it like 'O'.
Your fingers claw each thigh side;
added tingles they provide
like spurs in a horse's side
when the knights on them did ride.
Your chin, up against my sac,
adds to what makes me arch back
as moans of satisfaction
cheer on your teasing action,
those techniques of man-eating
that are Dick's special treating.