Happy Head Day ..... American Haikus......

You know what they say

About good presentation

Are you hungry yet?

More then a mouth full

Can cause gasping gage reflex

Past the pickles please

Manly meat hotdog

Enveloped in a hot bun

Leaves her womb weeping

Long thick with foreskin

Give worship while on your knees

Taken from the rear

American Haiku:

A American poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five

Gather........ Prose Poem

My mid thinks about it all the time,

Its aroma,

Its texture,

It's varies shapes of mood

How soft its flesh feel as it lays limp in the palm of my hand

How pliable it is when it’s flaccid

How my fingers can swirl it in a large circle, dangle it in the air

Then there's that I don't know mood,

It’s stiff but not hard,

It feels firm but not solid,

Its flesh is stretch but not enough to uncover its big head,

It points straight without rising itself up,

While making my mind anticipate

Touch Me Tuesday Pic and Poem ... Drip .... Prose Poem....

Lilliputian

Beads 

Of 

Perspiration

Ease 

Down

The 

Side 

Of 

Your 

Face...

Firm

Soft

Slender

Smooth

Legs 

Wrap 

Tightly 

Around 

The 

Masculinity 

Of

His 

Body

Frame...

A 

Quiet moan 

Emerges

Pass your lips,

As 

The 

Swell 

Of 

My

Head

Submerge 

Into

The depths

Of

Your

Wetness...

Heat

Pressure

Greets 

My girth....

Throbbing

Head

Drives,

Downward,

Deeper,

To

Touch

The

Bottom

Of 

Your 

Comfort...

Hips

Gyrations

Slide

My 

Length

Up,

Down,

The 

Middle 

Of 

Your

Slick

Silky 

Smooth

Canal,

Bathing

In 

The

Simmering

Surreal

Submerged

Warmth

Of 

Soaking

Wetness....

Slow

Deep

Ride,

Glide,

All night

Long....

Heard

You 

Scream

His name

As 

I

Ride 

Tall 

And

Calmly

In 

Your 

Crystal

Clear

Cream

While I 

Manipulate

Your

Womb

To

Saturate

Your 

Bedspread....

Legs 

Spread

Open 

Wider

As

My 

Girth

Spreads 

Your 

Womb

Walls 

Open

To

Completeness...

Hips

Hesitate,

As 

Your

Lungs 

Hold

Its 

Breath...

Contractions

Convulsions

Escalate

Through 

Your 

Body

As I,

Quietly

Ride 

Inside 

Your

Quaking 

Thunderstorm...

I 

Hear 

You 

Beg 

Him

To stop,

As 

My 

Actions 

Make 

You

Completely 

Wet,

Your,

Bed...

Head-down

Azz-Up,

Is

The 

New

Position...

Take

All 

Of 

My 

Hardened

Flesh 

Inside

Your warmth

Is

Your

Goal...

Roasting

Hot

Wet

White 

Creamy Seed,

That 

Ejaculates

Through 

My 

Swollen

Head

Slit

Is 

Your 

Reward

For 

Being

My 

Wanting

Willing

Desired

Lover...

Exhausted 

Bodies 

Lay

Motionless, 

While

I 

Unhurriedly

Drip

Inside

The 

Heat

Of 

Your

Desire...