I sit in front of this Giant Cock, unashamed of my own touch. My touch draws my life to the surface.
There is an alter before the cock, my cock. I have offered a daisy, reflecting my own innocent beauty. My heart and cock connected, reach out to the Giant Cock, blessing it, being blessed by it.
This is who I am, but I am more. I am more than can be expressed. I am strong. I am weak. I am hard. I am gentle.
My hardness has subsided, but it is close at hand. I have consummated my love for myself and given birth to this poem.
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