For reasons unknown,
I have a deep rooted love
For writing haiku.
Highly pretentious,
And not worth anyone’s time.
Except for one thing.
In among the dross,
And counted syllable crap.
Is something worthwhile:
(Well, I say ‘worthwhile’,
It’s still utterly pointless,
But it makes me laugh)
A single sex act,
Chronicled in full Haiku.
Written now for you:
Before I begin,
I can offer no context.
It starts with the sex.
(Which some will prefer
As I am rarely succinct,
But I’ll not digress!)
It opens with me,
Cock already in my mouth.
Tongue doing gods work.
–
A hardening cock
Growing from within your mouth
Raises a big smile.
At least I would smile
If my mouth wasn’t busy
Having far more fun.
The taste of pre-cum
Is an encouraging sign
When one starts to blow.
The speed it arrives
Will never fail to surprise
(Whoops, nearly a rhyme)
My tongue is a beast
Unshackled from its restraints
When unleashed on cock.
It writhes and it flicks,
A constant state of motion
To get the job done.