Big Man's Little Man (Adult)

Little man asleep and warm
cannot come to any harm
where he’s tucked in carefully
between the sheets and I can’t see

yet there are secrets I know well
to wake him up and I can tell
a warm caress, a hand well-placed,
then slowly, faster, have a taste

big man’s little man arouses me
and grows to fill my aching need
no more asleep, he’s rising now
impatience grows to show me how

warm mouth, hot tongue and oh so slow,
yet fast enough because he knows
that big man’s little man, while now alive,
will wait til big man parts my thighs

and like a dance that’s well-rehearsed,
a hunger-driven quench of thirst,
his face now seeks and opens wide
where soon the little man wants to hide

it’s my turn now to moan and sigh,
and tender feelings make me cry
to have him plunge so deep within
that little man melds me into him