I reached for your hand,
I felt silver lining,
My weakened heart slammed,
Each beat filled with pining.

I looked for my cue,
met your hesitant stare,
Eyes washed out with blue,
Bodies without care.

Our lips held a distance
mere moments could travel,
yet these measured instants
took years to unravel.

Nothing else mattered,
Though it might be pushy,
I knew I must taste your
sweet and sour *****.

Your kisses so gentle,
My young mind wandered
to *** play so mental
I hornily pondered

If you would be down
For rim jobs so tender,
And as the moon rises,
So did my member.

My **** juice was ready,
I could not resist it,
I came in my ******,
All over my tool kit.

I looked at you smiling,
My confidence billowed,
You looked at me blankly,
For you are a pillow.