Smooth, his boynuts,
Smooth on the silky down of your young-teen face.
Smooth, his boynuts,
Smooth on the silky down of your young-teen face.
So smooth.

Smooth, as you touch him,
As you press your lips to his cool taut sack,
Assess his exuberance by their bounce and yield.

Smooth, his boynuts,
Smooth on the silky down of your young-teen face.
Smooth, his boynuts,
Smooth on the silky down of your young-teen face.

Smooth, as you cradle the base with your lips,
Tender pale rockinghorse weiner, eager
As you press your tongue on the spongy tube,
Pressing it to become a groove of twinging ecstasy,
To make him scrunch hard and pulse and groan.

Smooth, his boynuts,
Smooth on the silky down of your young-teen face.
Smooth, his boynuts,
Smooth on the silky down of your young-teen face.

Smooth, as you touch him with your mouth,
As you press your lips to his cool taut sack,
Assess his exuberance by their fullness,
And the way they yield.

Smooth as you run your cheeks across his sack,
Smooth as you touch trembling lips to the little ridge,
Smooth, his waxy boy-smell,
Smooth and tender his thigh grooves,

As you lick them, lick between, next to the sack,
As the giggles turn to raptured groans,
Permission to demand to helpless abandon.

Moans and thrusts and writhing,
To beg you in,
Deep and burning with the tender penis-fire,
Deep and deep and stroking him to groan in worship of your hardness in the core of him,
To mouthe nonsense baby-talk,
And bucking, bucking, groaning, groaning
Pay tribute in your hand, in your hand, in your hand,
Speaking in tongue of rapture creaming.

Smooth, his boynuts,
Smooth on the silky down of your young-teen face.
Smooth, his boynuts,
Smooth on the silky down of your young-teen face.

Soft with the weakness of his surrender,
Sweet with the joy of creaming to you,
Soft.

So soft with the joy,
Of the sweet trust.of his pristine boyheart,
As ecstasy sings in his bones and he drifts.

Smooth, his boynuts,
Smooth on the silky down of your young-teen face.
Smooth, his boynuts,
Smooth on the silky down of your young-teen face.

Smooth, his boynuts,
Smooth on the silky down of your young-teen face.
Ribbony, an oldlady's face,
Soft, so soft, as he breathes, soft
As long lashes touch his cherry cheeks and innocence is absolute.