Amor Stories

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.