my want

feel with your throat
and your lips
the blood pumping through my veins
the blood that hardens the vehicle
that facilitates the pumping of my want
manifest in that sticky liquid
out of my hardened vessel
in throbbing convulsive spurts
up into your taut (and taught) pussy
which swallows it wholly
but lets a little spill out
down your pale inner thighs
that pussy I spend my life
trying to capture
and conquer
(just one more time)
no matter how many times
I pump that thick liquid
up into her stomachs