Ode to The Lingam
by Sinistra Diabolique

Thou ariseth from fiery lust
Hard as bone, yet soft as silk
Gleaming enticingly before my eyes
Pulsating life, curdling milk...

And from the thigh of youth to sup
Upon the lap of Lust I sit
I nestle warmly curled in bliss
Await the stream of nectar's bathing...