I see you there in your
wrinkled sack,
Like an anchor for my penis between my thighs.
Calmly tucked away you live in darkness,
Sensing the world about you with no hands, ears or eyes.
Acting out your duty as the drawbridge keeper,
Your one responsibility is to make my manhood rise.
Toiling day by day in the most thankless of duties,
You are constantly knocking at the door of pleasure but never
allowed in.
Rewards are few but unrelentingly you toil on,
Finding pleasure in a cupped hand or the caress of a girls chin.
And I say to you now my lovely penis anchor,
You will never be alone because you have a twin!
