Do you know him?

You don’t know him,
You don’t know him like I do,
He comes to you as a man – dressed in an armour of confidence,
An aura of boldness that may easily be mistaken for coldness,
His balls are what we call Divine – you’ll be gagged,
But I see him in a different light,
I see him for more than his might,
He comes to me at night – dressed in a suit
His biceps exploding,
The hairs on his chest freely roaming,
His chiseled abs showing,
He comes to me when his manhood is difficult,
When the hardness gets intense,
When his throbbing head needs a peck,
When he needs somewhere to lay his head.

I insist…
You don’t know him,
You don’t know him like I do,
He comes to you fully dressed,
A vision of well-tailored modesty,
Mannerisms that exude decency,
He’s rather quite the gentleman – you’d agree,
But I hear him in a different tone,
I hear him when he moans,
He comes to whisper things in my ear,
His voice gentle but deep – just like his strokes,
His hand placed firmly on my throat,
He likes to put a  mark on what’s his,
He’s territorial,
He comes to me as an animal,
When he needs to be primal,
When the only thing he needs is to be carnal.

Trust me….
You don’t know him,
You don’t know him like I do,
He comes to you well put together – like a man who’s in control,
He’s well composed, collected, put together,
He’s charming – charismatic,
He’s rich in a commanding identity,
But I experience him on a different intensity,
He comes to me as a lover,
His motions steady – his touch slow,
His presence is soft,
Uttering words of care – words of the love we share
He’s a teddy bear,
He comes to me when he’s raw,
When he’s cold,
When he needs someone to hold,
When he misses home.