Stroke

Stroke yourself up and down,
Down and up, on the sides and
Edges, the folds and fullness
Of your protruding tip.

And feel that sacred place
I want to worship ~
With my kisses x x x x
Yes, that potent phallus
Of yours, the holy 'lingam'
That would bestow
My Yoni with the seeds
Of our Progeny.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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