11 January 2015

I'm a Silent Lover

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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