The Gift

You like it when I’m on my knees,

Submitting myself to your needs.

Closing your eyes to see your dreams.

Fantasising has become a myth,

As your manhood gets ready for my gift.

The weight of the day washed away,

From the bath you took hours in to bathe.

I start to rub away at the pain,

As I ball my hands to remove the strain.

It’s my turn now to get close and personal.

I’m going to take my time, go deep and get to know you.

Enjoying the sight and sounds that you release,

Under my control your body gets weak.

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