The man who is a boy

In a way no one has yet to make me feel,
Something so sensual, seductive, powerful and real,
The caress of your hands against my side,
That feeling when you put all of me inside,
Your warmth, so wet, it makes me squirm,
As you take my girth and feel every turn.

Your throbbing member is mesmerizing,
A rod that is long and tantalizing,
As your pair hangs low, and cock sits high,
It’s your physical prowess that holds my eye.
Our lips entwine, our space divine,
Your body a shrine, one I’ll never call, mine.

Embrace the feeling, of one that is fleeting,
To feel so close but it’s truly revealing,
To stay only in lust and never with another,
It’s a feeling it seems that only I will suffer.

So while I can, I’ll continue to enjoy,
The seductive pleasure of this man who is a boy.