I see you in a crowd

and I can see you are well endowed.

The crease in your pants tell all.

You and I could have a ball.

I don’t even know your name,

but I can tell that you are game.

I ask you back to my place,

the excitement makes my heart race.

How could I need so much

this person I don’t know?

But I do, so very much so.

Your form is a perfect statue

depicting pure manhood.

My feminine wiles go to reeling

with everything good.

Our fingers begin to investigate the other,

getting to know our new lover.

I trace the outline of your manly stealth,

feeling your masculine health.

Your chest is so hard and formed

making your clothes look nicely adorned.

I rip them off

for I can’t take it any longer.

I’m dying from this gnawing hunger.

I can’t help but to attack

because of what I lack.

I straddle you and urgently take my prize,

but things quickly change.

You flip me over and begin to pump me

as if deranged.

I am so turned on by this,

that I empty my stores right away

in a river of pure bliss.

You race to the finish line

and it becomes your time.

I join you again and we cry in rhyme.

We reached our goal

and stole each other’s soul.