There it is, a feeling,
that leaves your fingertips
trembling in such thrall.
Never did I hand you such
permission to enter the realm
in which I resided, and
place your grimy hands on me,
and push.
My head tries to fathom
exactly what you
have deemed upon me,
though, it
simply cannot.
Take your hands
off of my body,
for I cannot acquire such
pleasurable aesthetics.
Mentally nor physically
can I take you,
though, I must.
*Because God,
you're the most
beautiful head **** I've
ever had.