Member Poem

Her thighs like honey, thick and sweet,
moved with the steady, pulsating beat.
I let my eyes speak, for I had nothing good to say
about the fluffy girl moving to the music, in that way.
I was taught to be nice, even when I want to be mean.
It took all of me not to say something obscene.
The movements made every inch of my skin crawl,
as the jiggling continued. I wanted away from it all.
But the matter of the fact is a mirror doesn't lie.
I had to watch my reflection and continue to try.
For my heart belongs to the music and the pulsating beat.
And maybe one day, I'll see my thigh are like honey, thick and sweet.