NORTH POLE STANDING

North pole's standing;
your lips' landing
and tongue's swirling
gets toes curling
as you lick round
what you have found,

Your head bobbing
while blow jobbing,
drawing my spout
to full length out.

This 'man eating'
raises heating
of the red blood
to my manhood.

Your tongue teasing,
gentle squeezing
on the foreskin
and meat within
starts releasing,
in way pleasing,
of my precum
onto your tongue,
giving you taste
that you don't waste
but full savour
its male flavour.