In My Pocket Poem by Joshua Mccoy

He’s been with me from the get go
From the deep tongued groping to the climaxing finish.
Under his protection I can do whatever I wish without worrying about second thoughts. I carry him with me wherever I go to create long ever lasting memories in exotic and private places. With him, my love for indulgence is shared through beads of sweat from:
Our embrace to the backseat of her car
To the lawn chair on the front porch
To the breezy front doorway
To the comfy living room sofa
To making the dinning room table shake
To forming a bubbly mixture of liquids in the bathtub
To snuggling under the bearskin rug in front of a roasting fireplace in my dad’s private study
To the smooth countertop of the kitchen’s dishwasher
To manually making the dryer’s metal hood squeak from top to bottom
Then…
To my bedroom, blissfully making my bed creak and groan from the heavy pressure of vicious rocking followed by deep moaning of intense pleasure.
It’s wonderful how he is always there when I constantly need him.
Waiting to be unwrapped
Longing and built for heavy action
Craving to be bathe in wave after wave of milk
Handles climaxes perfectly and easy to discard after use.