Ode to my cock

through moments of joy, heartbreak and sorrow
you bring me pleasure, oh my manly brown cock
I hold you in my hand, as others do too
they kiss you, they lick you, they swallow you too.
It is with great pleasure I write you this ode
to celebrate the pleasure you bring me of olde
and the many other who also enjoyed you
those men who adore you and ache for your taste
your smell, and crave your tumescence 
in their orifices
with every thrust I bring pleasure
to them and to me
the world without you
would be lacking indeed
I sing this to you, my manly brown cock
for your great contribution to my joy
And the joy of others too
for pleasures of the flesh
you deserve recognition
in honor of you, I composed this rendition.


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