I'm a masturbator. Ohhh most certainly yes!
But not for me you see,
That's right,… for you… agreed,
For my own good pleasure,
My good girth and length,
Wetted stroke, to feel my strength,
You'd be the one to measure.
For you however, treasure my lever.
Expressly yours, for tease,
Lie back, relent, bend knees,
I'll stroke for your good ease… say please!
Me -- exhibitionist. Ohhh fucking right!
I love when you watch
Me make love to my crotch,
We, mighty stroking through the night!
Am I a voyeur as well?
Might I want to see you wet?
Hell yes, right on, good bet!
Now busy your hands to quell.
Hands, glistening whorls, with frenzied flourish,
Practiced pace, his state of grace,
To douse the heat… abate.
Now study his stiff for a sensual nourish.
Handsome head thrown back,
Manly nectar, throbbing crown,
Creamy wonder splashing down,
One hand circling, one on sack.
This image is yours to keep.
For what you desire, I'll aspire
When you enquire, to proffer and sire
A flow, a guesser, a seep!
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