Erotic Poetry: For Jim

For Jim

For Jim

When your thick cock enters me –
For a full minute or so – it seems –
All is stopped.

Knowing intimately your own girth and length,
You are tender –
Still, we both want . . .
Still, you push.
You are there.

The huge sword is now sheathed.
My eyes dilate –
Nothing coherent spills from my wide-open mouth,
My cheeks flush like a mad man’s.

I writhe, hapless and beyond knowing,
A butterfly impaled on your gorgeous,
Captivating pin.