many times I find I
can't speak
maybe my voice up
and left me
master did leave me
feeling weak
my love for him I
guarantee
another adventure
gone by
an enjoyable time
was spent
answering you using
my eyes
always ready to
represent
nibbling on my
chest and neck
naturally I went in
heat
needing your touch
I was a wreck
no begging just
feed me your meat
I moan my
appreciation
increasing my
strokes with my lips
imploring self
masturbation
instinctively
grinding my hips
nothing will stop
me from my goal
nudge you closer to
nirvana
note the size of
your throbbing pole
now I'll swallow
your banana
Copyright © 2015 by
Patrick B Vince
Trolaan Poem
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