by Patt Paulos-Darrow
My man has a very, very big gun.
When he whips it out, people want to run.
He is one tough looking guy.
But is also a teddy bear, he does try.
As I run my hands over his face, I begin to melt.
And to think for a long time he didn't know how I felt.
Off with the shirt, and my eyes become bigger than they are.
He is trying to take mine off now, but I won't let him get far.
Now time to show him how well I kiss and lick.
And can't wait to get a hold of his prick.
He is moaning already, he is starting to squirm.
And I glance at his pecker to see if it is firm.
Oh what a sight, oh what ultimate glee.
And to think he is mine, he is absolutely for me.
Off with his belt, and unzipping his jeans.
He is mumbling something have no idea what it means.
He is yelling at me now to start to get the show on the road.
My Sentinel is not patient, wants to loosen his load.
I get the lube, I start the routine slow.
Oh God Chief, is what I hear, all I care to know.
He is panting, puffing and just asking when.
I am having a hard time holding off till then.
I slip into him and he is screaming my name.
I knew it wouldn't be long before both of us came.
I try to hang on, slowing down, just for him.
But it doesn't work as I yell out, Oh Jim.
We cum together, over way too fast.
Damn it anyhow, longer, I want it to last.
Our breathing is slowing down, he takes me in his arms.
Man, oh man, how I fall for his beautiful charms.
I know we will sleep well, no worries here.
When I sleep with this angel, nothing to fear.
So big gun or not, he is all mine.
And thank God for that, he is simply divine.
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