To show or not

to show? A question small, 

yet big as Google

Ogling a man

* 

all gristled flesh and sweat

till he demands 

a pound of mine

to push him o'er the edge

*

A man he's not

just dots and yet

a man he is

I've spied the piece 

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that makes him thus

The puss that pleasure wrings

from aching balls

begins to rise

*

I tease, I vacillate 

while teasing tits

and titillating

juicy bits

*

My finger hovers

Do it... Do It! Push it

push him o'er the edge

to show appreciation

*

Begging, 'Please'

his blurry fist

is stilled, he presses

hand to groin and

*

feels the pleasure build

I part and show

my glistening fingers'

Intimate egress

*

A grateful pumping

arc, a rainbow

white as snow

a pause and then 

*

another salvo takes

the air and I am there

By mutual consent

we're duly spent

*

No disappearing trick

he stays to chat

his prick a shrinking

violet. With no regret

*

I let him see 

my tits, observe

arousal's silver sheen 

upon my lips

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And now my eyes

to show or not

to show? A question small

yet big as Google

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