I'M CHASING YOU AROUND THE BED

If you're not going to give me head,
I'm chasing you around the bed
until, exhausted,, you say Yes,
get down and taste my stiff largeness.

You may show a good pair of heels
but there's no 'scaping how lust feels.
Look at you and your wettened slit:
I smell deep down you're up for it.

Now we are so close to the hay
it makes no sense to run away.
Bring your fair face down past my waist
and give Tommy your loving taste.

You want to fuck, but that's point C.
We are at A but there's a B
stage through which, inevitably,
we two must pass before entry.

It's better if I am not dry
when I enter between your thigh,
then when we meet we'll BOTH be wet
when you guide me in your inlet.

So think of this as helping you
enjoy the moments I come through.
I don't stint giving arousal;
return that favour, be spousal.

I may sound rather ego tripped,
but some men like being worshipped
at the point where power tower
is kissed by loving fair flower.

When you take in my lengthened end
you're welcoming it as a friend
who's come to give you attention
in ways I can't public mention.

I let you know I wash myself
ALWAYS before for your mouths' health.
I wouldn't want you picking up
bad bugs to spoil a perfect tup.