Ode to Penis

Ode to Penis

It feels like an itch,
I go and scratch,
Feeling not an itch,
I grab a hard cock.

I pet it to acknowledge,
With a scratch on the tip,
Returning the itch,
I grab a hard cock.

I grasp harder around,
The other hand comes down,
Both taking grounds,
I grab a hard cock.

Tugging and pulling,
The itch becomes aroused,
Squeezing and spitting,
I grab a hard cock.

The itch subdues,
The towel is thrown,
I awake with the blues,
As I no hard cock.