Ode to a Blow Job

Penis breath, a lover’s dread.
Is what you get when you give head.
Unpleasant as it tends to be.
Be grateful that he doesn’t pee.
It’s times like this you wonder why.
You bother reaching for his fly.
But it’s too late, can’t be a tease.
Accept the facts, get on your knees.
You know you’ve got a job to do.
So open up and shove it through.
Lick the tip then take it all.
Don’t drag your teeth or he might bawl.
Slide up and down, use your tongue.
And feel the precum start to run.
So when the fuck’s he gonna cum.
Just when you can’t take anymore.
Your hear your lover’s mighty roar.
And when he hit’s that real high note.
You feel it oozing down your throat.
Salty, fishy, sticky, nasty stuff.
Okay already, that’s enough.
Let’s switch you say, before you gag.
And what’s your revenge, you’re on your rag.