Penal Poem

to begin to understand my gland, take it in your hand, feel it's worth, feel it's girth. Jiggle it giggling, kiss it quickly withou blinking, while it squirms like a worm, wanting and waiting... to cleave apart your special part, that juicy and loosely grasps, my member as your ember glows, from within without a whim, and shakes...and quakes... and gives... and takes... till it's over, and I'm done, and you know, that you are the one.