My Clavate antenna extends

As I sense your pulse,

Your phéromone seduction

Pulls me close.

Like moth to flame,

You host and claim

My raging cane,

Attuned… pre-game.

This musky lust,

My clavate crown

Effused, I thrust,

Opulent, slick, round.

Your wet escape

Awakens my cells, 

Near penetrate,

Those perfumed jells.

A primitive breaching,

This mounting Amor.

Hips clash, reaching...

Glistened club seeks more.