OUR Thrusts (Right and Tight) - written

Big

Small

I don’t care at all

Just hit all the right places

As you thrust with the right paces

Be you thick

Or thin

Drive through my tunnel and get in

With walls warming you with their heat

When you have a rhythmic ride so sweet

Black

Asian

Race forms your expectations

Of cock size and passion of a screw

You’d better hurry and get a clue

Worker

Sloth

The worker damn sure gets you off

But theories of a ride with long

Makes some style just all wrong

Get a mind of your own

And not buy porn-induced fallacies

Like how bigger is better

You might be surprised by what can please

Loose

Tight

Trust me, my hold is right

It’s a sweet warm caress of flesh

That’ll give you tremors you’ll rate as “best”

So gapin’

Or grippin’

No choice of the hole you’ll slip in

It is because I am the latter

That I don’t need you longer or fatter

For I’ve never abused myself

Filling it with all but a kitchen sink

No fists or weird objects

Putting permanent inner-widening on the brink

Some big guys don’t bang it like they should

Believing porn’s lies of how just dip in and all is good

I am better off laying alone in my bed

Hands and imagination, simply pleasuring myself instead

I understand the big dick fascination

But making it a requirement is self-damnation

For some are beyond the perception of small

Giving pleasure heard through the thickest walls

So why dip in a canyon

When you can dip in a vice?

For isn’t being flesh to flesh

What makes it so nice?

There’s no matter about your size

As long as my hold is not light

So give it to me, big or small

For it’s good if OUR thrusts are right and tight

Copyright 2011 LeNair Xavier

If the backstory of this poem is of interest to you, be mindful that the blog post that it is posted in is NSFW:

http://www.tresx-rayvision.com/2011/05/our-thrusts-right-and-tight.html