02 Mar 00

 

Mr. Stocky

 

 

Some call you big

But it is only desire I see

A sexual image that comes to me

You in a chair

Six legs planted

And me perched atop thee

Rooted to you

As your wide thick member

Plunges in me

And brings me close

As mine rubs against your belly

And my toes graze the floor

My hands on your shoulders to steady me

As we rock.

As I giz,

Sweatily

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III