Mister Naughty

Thick it is,
That 'thing' that lifts.
Sitting at times,
Undisturbed and quiet.
Then a stirring occurs inside,
To make it lengthen...
And to rise.

Sometimes it's the eyes that meet...
After an inspection,
Scanning from the head to a wish
To lick each toe on the feet.
And mister naughty desires,
An entrance that greets.
Hoping introductions,
Seduces and satisfies...
In sweet sweat done,
And leaving feeling totally complete!

Mister naughty knows,
How to show composure...
After a session in discreeted enclosure,
Has been sought until the pleasure goes.
Mister Naughty Knows.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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