I love his tip.
There’s so much promise in what’s yet to come,
So much anticipation to what will happen next,
So much mystery into what will enter the deep hole of my soul next.
Oh yes I love his tip; the tip of his pen that is.
See the tip of his pen holds more power than any piece of flesh could excrete
This tip leaks a fluid that flows and flows until we both reach our peak
See this pointed tip, this slender extension
Sends shivers down my spine, penetrates my mind and my body not to mention
Is no stranger to his tip.
Oh yes, I’ve held this device.
As it connects with my hand fire ignites
Smooth strokes, deliberate- intentional
And when we get in our groove it’s unconventional
Oh yes, not the norm.
Oh I love the form
Of his tip,
Not just any tip, I’m selective.
See he is more than the average poet
Doing poems for pussy, he’s a MAN and he shows it
His tip leaks a solution of a more concentrated design
Yes HIS is one of a kind
Oh how I love his tip.
It spews the strongest passion the greatest wisdom that has ever left any cavity
Its spills and thrills my mental with its simplistic complexity
Oh yes, this tip rocks my mind and brings question to his existence
Because he could not be of human form.
Oh yes I love this tip.
When I hear women praise the beauty of tips covered in skin
It makes me sick and confused because nothing of substance lies within
They long for ones the length of an arm and thick to preference
One’s that can lead only to conception
See these tips have a short lived erection
But this tip, HIS tip spits out perfection
Hours on end, line after line
And yes THIS tip is all mine
Not to be shared like that piece of meat most adore
He provides what I crave AND more, and more…
Oh how I love this tip,
His tip.