DOWNWARDS

From my throat downwards to my hips
I feel the train of kissing lips,
paying your homage to your King,
unto his seat of desiring,
spreading around my barest chest,
abdomen, to my pubic nest.
 
Tongue teasing, licking, pleasuring
my manhood to its measuring.
Pointing north from my own deep south,
a princely sceptre fills your mouth.
For a time I'm lost in rapture
as first pearl drops your tongue capture.
 
It's then you look up to my eyes,
presaging the meeting of thighs,
when you accept my kingly rule
within you from my upright tool.
A tool made sure for your delight,
to employ in the bed this night.