Balls

I imagine that if I could roll around a raw egg in my mouth,
it would feel something like they do
A semi-solid mass encased by a slippery shell

Balls
They are as much my weakness as my mouth is to them
“They”- as if testicles were a committee, or a team
Vulnerable and impressive, balls
Sagging, swaying, slapping, sweaty balls

Their sparse hairs twist around my tongue's tip as I juggle with my mouth
As they make my cheeks bulge,
my breathing begins to labor,
inhaling oxygen sharply through my nostrils

The penis gives me an elephant snout
when I bury my nose into the viscous skin of testicles
Smelling the day's work and the hard-on's adrenaline
With every lick, I attempt to iron out each wrinkle
The wrinkles remain, and I keep licking, the iron set to steam

When the penis is at rest, the balls spread out behind it like
bulging wings ready to take flight into my mouth's atmosphere
Some balls migrate thousands of miles to complete the trek

Balls give the penis a cushion to cradle against
Like the mint that gracefully indents a hotel pillow,
the cock gently rests its head down on the scrotum's seam
Softer than Egyptian cotton, they are two pillows in one case
My tongue laps up their sweet dreams that always wind up wet

Balls are the heavy velvet curtain,
and the penis the proscenium stage
The action may be with the star,
but every production begins and ends
with my palm gingerly raising and lowering the curtain

It makes the crowd gasp

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