HEARKEN TO YOUR MANHOOD

Morning through night I ask myself

Could lust bring love to my heart?

When I discern the shapes of angels

Weaved in a body so enticing

Why would the daughters of Eve act so?

When they had caused man to fall first

Lust runs in their very step

For the ground leave their foot print on

What would be my gain if I fall again?

But the answers lie in the fires in my loins

I wish my penis were my own

Doing the very bid my brain commands

Not letting the eyes cause its downfall

Which is the opposite for it rises tall

Causing my whole body to go weak in passion

While my balls aches for relief

A tsunami boiling right in the passage

The cap sensitive than an open wound

Temptation indeed I fall to

But to overcome I do not wish

Let that same lust run in my vein

It is debt I must pay though I incurred not

I run my fingers through their hair

Their hands clasp firmly around me

My penis eggs me on

“You don’t want to miss this for anything”

I pause to think of the consequences

But my penis rebukes me

“You’ve been wallowing in sensitivity lately”

Yes I have but this is way too much

How about the baby oil and my hand

“You jest yourself, this one is different”

Surely it is for it is natural and soothing

I brace myself and plunge into my doom

I lose my virginity for a passion

If I truly be a virgin per say

For I have long ago masturbated my virginity away

By: Joseph Success (Sacred Rose)

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