Things you learn from porn.

The guy on the right plunges down,
his hand entrapped
in an encore of love.
He looks pleadingly to the guy on the left,
he worships him. Not gently,
by any means, but truly.

The guy on the left slowly descends,
eyes never touching his lover's gaze.
He glares only at us, the audience,
as he is a true performer.
He uses his hand and mouth to aesthetically please,
not choosing the
motions that the guy on the right
lovingly administers.