Illustrious Phallus

Illustrious phallus! Therein procreation, the urge for a bedfellow, To yearn for the delight and gnaw not bashfully, Seeking the unfound renascent song, faithful-song, Gross poems like lemon to the mouth, Seeing the wetness of wood, lapping leaves, perfect motionless or no, A lying form, tremulous and ashamed of its divinity arouse this mystic whisper, Follow its lawlessness, A pilot whom hastens a passionate storm to solicit sex to warp the woof, My privacy a loan from plenty; A wish of sliding softly, thrusting, kisses; drunkenness leads to fatherhood, To embrace hips, cling to trembling thighs, bending, waiting for the clinch, A moment pliant, another unwilling, Be tender to fiery stars and enveloping dews, emerge flitting and flawless, to act upon stalwart loins.