"Erect"

"Erect"

Fingertips that press ripples
with the power to rub and caress
or cripple with firm grip...
...little concern for
when my head eventually
swells or drips freely.
You just serenely take me
in your grasp,
clasp
then lubricate the shaft
as if it sounds to you
as good as it feels to me.
You can have your fun
and tease
but please:

Don't squeeze.

Be careful, baby.

This ego is sensitive.
My habits are elastic
but this masculinity...

...so fragile.

Be decisive
not divisive as your hands travel.
After all,
discarded drops
will only mix with gravel.
Potential in these seeds.
Hands cupped and closed in creed
then formed to fit my needs.

Friction at odds with speed.

Take your time, baby.

So much is too much
at once for me to process
and that stress
I'm too stubborn to communicate

until my ego is stroked.

Share saliva with the fibers
but don't let me choke you.
I've said enough to play it tough
but I won't dare provoke you.

Your stroke
like a flame stoked for warmth.
My feet float
and you take note
of things I've said you aren't
in hopes of downplaying your worth
so that your skills remain mine only.
You'd measure my girth
and ask me what it would take
to make me eventually spurt
and I would say "Time Only."
Vague with you in spells
because I know damn well
that showing the other hand
means that things won't end well

and I need this nut, baby.

Less ashamed to admit that
after guaging your interest in me.
A little lotion
and slower motion
for a head this swollen
than you offered in the beginning.
I've said the words
you love to hear
just to keep you grinning
and you graze my veins
and ignore the stains.
I guess we both are winning

right now, at least.

So me of me
to see you struggle
through the strain
as your muscles increase in pain
hoping that soon it would drain
and I would meet you halfway:
Letting go of this pressure
I've acquired for no reason
other than to serve my manly worth
and eventually come for you

for a change.

I love how good you make me feel
but I take that for granted.
I cause you stress
then make a mess
and leave you empty handed.
I deny your role in this
as if someone poked holes and ripped
to perceive that you control me.
I confuse passion and perspective
and that incurs neglect from me
but I deflect the opportunity
to acknowledge your means of unity
until I again feel vexed
and hope that this text
will not be left on read

because no one empties my head
like you.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz