Around his Cock and Balls

I run my fingers fondly through his hair
as he leans down to kiss me when we meet;
and, then, I'm rather keen that his affair
should be kissed just as much;

I am his treat
and he has long desired me: my sweet lips
have all the warmth he needs, 
although my tongue
Is hotter still – he loves the way it trips
Around his cock and balls;

I am the one
to celebrate his hardness in the style
that he’s become accustomed to of late;
but, I am never tardy to beguile:
I'm aware he has appetites to sate;

I also know it feels so very right
to run him fondly and feed his delight.