My Clavate antenna extends
As I sense your pulse,
Your phéromone seduction
Pulls me close.
Like moth to flame,
You host and claim
My raging cane,
Attuned… pre-game.
This musky lust,
My clavate crown
Effused, I thrust,
Opulent, slick, round.
Your wet escape
Awakens my cells,
Near penetrate,
Those perfumed jells.
A primitive breaching,
This mounting Amor.
Hips clash, reaching…
Glistened club seeks more.
