REPLY TO JEWEL 1'S YOUR SEED

As I watch you undress,
underpants I near mess
as seed, long chastely stored,
about to cum forward,
like a shotgun cocking
once-soft tool is rocking,
achingly extending
to mushroom head ending.
My precum is marking
a dot that is darking.

My hips are visibly -
oh I'm sure you can see! -
quakingly at ill-ease
as you progress striptease
until all's in full view
like a Greek goddess nue.
You've not looked so tempting,
as I fear pre-empting
when your winked, wicked, eye
makes a swerve to my thigh?

I long to let it out -
Where you want my stiff spout
to go? Is it your mouth,
or your own deep south
or even in the rear
where sunshine don't appear?
You pull down my drawers
and get upon all fours
so to take a tongue sip
from the mushroom head tip.

My waiting finds relief
between your pearly teeth
as what was in my scrote
swiftly descends your throat
which I feel you swallow -
oh how in this you wallow,
not minding any trace
trickling down from your face,
spilling upon your tits,
which you rub in those bits.