Dash Of Fiction, A Smidgen Of Reality

Knowing your zest for male flesh
I am aware of the line to your bed
bulls you please and relieve
making sure their appetites are fed

Caution thrown out the door
when my libido takes control
fucking you to exhaustion
eliminating for a day the instinct to roll

See you can’t leave with all those looks
until I have marked you with cream
in at least seven pairs of hosiery
to fulfill a most pressing dream

Making an impression even when
those other suitors call
recalling our interactions
I can stand ever so tall

With the passing of time
wrapping your brain around sex
leads you to positive regard
thrilled about when we play next!