My Cock Is Waiting For You

The heat between us hums, a silent plea,
your touch the only answer it desires.
My cock aches, heavy with its need,
your lips the remedy it craves.

Your tongue, a flicker of devotion,
traces paths I never knew could burn.
Each sigh you give is gasoline,
igniting fires I can’t contain.

The weight of want is thick between us,
a language spoken without sound.
Your mouth, a sanctuary I worship,
my cock the offering laid bare.

My cum pulses, impatient, waiting,
a storm held back by trembling walls.
Your hunger pulls it forth like tides,
drowning me in waves of you.

No prayer could match this reverence,
no hymn as sweet as your wet gasp.
My cock is yours, a throbbing hymn,
your name the only verse it knows.

Come, take what’s yours, devour me whole,
let your lips and tongue confess.
My cum is yours, a sacred flood—
drink deep, and claim me as your own.