Since the subject was raised on another thread, here's a couple on a theme:


We had a dinner and romantic walk
And, through it all, had a wonderful talk
But if truth be told,
This silence is gold
With your lips on the shaft of my cock


I am tired of these fair praises sung
About his mistress, acrobatic and young
I know his wife is far finer
There's no feeling divine-er
Then when my penis slips over her tongue


And, for equal time:

Though, as a carpenter, I earn my pay
I'm not great, but I guess I'm okay
While most men don't require me,
I know women will hire me
For tongue-in-groove is my special forté