I count the days, and hours too
'Til I see you again,
But parts of me just focus on
What we'll be doing then

And with those thoughts, the stiffening
That dreams of you inspire
Until the pressure looms too large 
And sets my lust afire

I've had a wank, but honestly
It's just not done the job.
My thoughts of you were not assuaged
By polishing my knob.

When busy, I have half a rod,
A small tent dressed in denim.
When idle, I regain full mast
And must release the venom.

Your cheering smile and sexy voice
Still linger in my noggin.
Imagining your sexy curves 
Gets me right back to floggin'!

I think of you and your sweet lips,
Both sets inspire my ardor,
Then grip my cock and stroke it, slow
Then faster, tighter, harder.

My pants are down, my head is back
So tired is my arm!
It's been so frequent I'm afraid it's
Causing me real harm.

I grimace, strain and close my eyes,
Imagining you helping,
Then shudder as I build it up,
To hollering and yelping.

But in a rush my body shakes
And quakes, the pressure mountin'
A rub, a thrust, a gasping breath
Another semen fountain!

Spent, I stand there, mind a blank,
Exhausted, dripping goo,
I catch my breath, a tissue wipe, 
And all because of you.

My hands are washed now, pants back up
The pressure is relieved 
But thoughts of you will be back soon,
Too quick to be believed