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 mans.

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