TAUNT

Dress me up; and call me Mary, I crave like a woman; lusting after sweet berry. I dream of men; their plum coloured glands, they all stand over; with their saviour in hand. They call me sissy; needy and hot, I'm at my best; with a line of sweet cock. I'm a panty boy; feeling like a sweet lass, I swallow hot nut; creamy pearls I ingest. These wanton thoughts; they grow beyond must, being with a man; meeting thrust upon thrust. I picture my mouth; and lips as they taunt, I pray for upkeep; in deep thirsting want.