What might ye uncover,

Most likely discover,

Oh might ye unveil for thee,

Ye peel off what covers,

The this and the others,

Reveal what ye most want from he,

Each layer with care,

Don't hastily tear,

Use a delicate touch as you free,

Improving the viewing,

It's clear what is cuing,

With a swell, tis hung well what you see.

It's just the right size,

A bountiful prize,

"Oh my", ye exclaim with much glee,

Why look how it stands,

Fits well in my hands,

Where else might I place it for me?

Now that he's bare,

Tis hard not to stare,

And imagine with him thrustfully,

He might be a fit,

(As I stare right at it),

I hope it feels all naturally,

I yearn for it now,

All that I allow,

Every vessel will know his entry,

I pamper and prep,

His tip growing wet,

A growing desire, now plea,

Oh sir have your way,

With what's on display,

Find heavenly bliss with this she,

My passionate yearning,

Desirous burning,

Requires your drenching daily.