Head Day ... Obsess .... Repetition poem

I'm obsess

Obsess with his erectile

The manly musty scent of it, when it has fully bloomed in excitement

The look of it's stretch skin in sheerness 

The thick river vein, pulsing along side of its stretched length 

The look of its uncut protuberant head, peeping from under its protected layer

The feel of it, slowly thrusting into the warmth of my mouth

The feel of it pulsating between my lips

The sight of your body when it shutters, as my tongue swirl on its girth, and dance on tis bald bulbous head 

The feel of it's long smoothness sliding to the front of my throat

The angry of it, as it push my lips extensively apart

The feel of its rapture, spewing into my throat, as it explode in ecstasy

The taste of it, as it seed lingers on my tongue

The naughtiness of, the intimate encounter