Long-
Hard –
Soft-
Warm –
Thick –
It feels so nice inside.
So nice to taste.
Or to hold and touch.
They make me smile.
Whether they are made
of flesh or silicone, glass
or drawn as art,
or imagined in my mind…
Is there something wrong with me that I am hopelessly an acolyte to the Phallus?
No.
I am a cock worshipper.
They give life just as much as the cunt does,
simply without pain.
I love everything about them.
How they rise and inflate,
ejaculate, drool, drip,
dangle or shrink,
sway freely or get tucked,
I love how they sit perky at rest,
soft, sensitive, and silent
yet ready to harden, given enough attention.
I love how they who have them,
walk with them, play with them,
and simply exist with them.
Oh, how my everything perspires to see the phallic spire,
and if I am granted a private audience
to partake of my cummunion,
then, prepare to hear the praise
of the most satisfied choir…
