Secret Thoughts

Each day you make me think of your desire
And how you always want me ready. You  
Will hold me and direct me to inspire
Devotion. When my lips kiss and renew
The need you feel for me and I for sir,
It's reflected in your grip on my head:
You know that I am where you can concur
And conquer all reluctance. So, I thread
The mouth to an erection that will rise
To the occasion as it feels the heat
And my saliva greeting to entice
You to relax and finally deplete
Reserves of sperm that will surely soon link
Secretions to the secret thoughts, I think.