My Penis

In Honor of his Penis
He didn't hurt me.
Sexuality in his presence
didn't have to hurt.
He didn't hold me down.
Touch in his presence
wasn't a prison.
He told me he loved me,
and he meant it.
No lies trickled out
of his mouth.
His mouth was a presence
of its own -
caressing and warming me.
I touched his penis,
curious about its texture
and its warmth.
He trusted me
as I cupped him gently.
He handed the lubricant to me.
He let me be in control.
I liked the warmth of him
as I rubbed up and down
and the soft moans
he emitted periodically.
I liked stiffening
of his organ,
and I liked
that he felt pleasure.
I treasure the trust
he placed in me that day,
and I cherish
the love that he offered.
Thank you to him
and the beautiful penis
that he temporarily
allowed me to control.

With a simple touch or thought, it goes from being an appendage
to become something with the incredible ability to spark a new life,
but also through use or misuse the ability to change an entire lifetime.
It serves me by relieving my body of toxins,
it serves me by giving me incredible pleasure, even when I am alone.
And at night, it keeps me from rolling out of bed.
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