WHERE THE SKIN PUCKERS
(Previously titled "Certitude")
I long to live beneath Her ass!
I know to some this might seem crass...
But I don't care, it's my confession!
I'm tired of all this thought repression!
I know, I know, it makes no scents!
Oh, wait, it does! My bad! (I'm tense!)
With this confession I still fight!
It makes no sense I meant to write!
Back to Her ass that's -- well, PERFECTION!
If there's a flaw escapes detection!
My cock is tiny. Sad, but true...
(And that's Confession Number 2)
I know I'd never measure up
Her Bulls are Pints! I'm sippy-cup!
But I've a tongue, a servant's heart!
So at the bottom I could start!
Beneath Her ass with upturned face!
Where I suspect I'd feel my place...
Feel it to my deepest core...
"Cuckold bitch," "Ass-licking whore"...
Terms of -- Well, terms of endearment!
My tongue forever in arrearment...
I'd learn to please this muscled ring!
A dark and dank, though Sacred Thing...
Yes, it would be my heart's delight
To live beneath it day and night!
To follow it where'er it led!
To lie beside it in the bed,
my face against it snugly pressed...
Okay, my secret I've confessed...
Confession done, I'll move along
I am The Man of Lesser Dong
Keep my secret! Tell no soul!
Tell none the depths of Her CONTROL!
How with Her ass cheeks pulled apart,
that She, the Ruler of my heart,
could tell me to, and know I would,
to know it would be understood,
that She her asshole could present,
with certitude of my consent;
that hot and sweaty , dirty, clean,
I'd keep it evermore pristine.
How, you ask? Why, with my tongue!
Down here at the lowest rung!
A place for one of lesser dick!
Bulls get to fuck! I get to lick!
("Dirty Jobs"? Call Mike Rowe?
Please do not! Oh, HELL no!)
Cucks "The Lickers", Bulls "The Fuckers"
My life, my world, down "where the skin puckers"...