Sticking

Soft yet firm hands

caress the smooth shaft.

Gentle grip, but still sturdy.

 

Fluid movements

in perfect motion

flow poetically,

hypnotizing me.

 

Rough exterior:

beaten up, marked,

creates such beauty.

Everyone has

their own rhythm.

 

Up, down, up, down.

The slightest movement

of the wrist

causes a euphoria

of sound.

 

You finish

covered in sweat.

sticking is hard work.

Author's Note

This is probably my favorite of the poems I've written so far. Let me know what you think. =)