Goodnight, Semen

It was the night of an orgasm and all through the house
not a creature was stirring except for the moose-cock in this guy's hand.
The cock were hung by and stroked with care,
In hopes that St. Jism soon would be there.

The balls were nestled all snug in their sac,
While visions of orgasm danced in their heads.
And Mr. Hand in his stroking, and I in my lap,
Had just settled the brains for a long winter's jerk.

When out on the lap there arose such a clatter,
I sprang with a hard-on to see what was the matter.
Away to the crotch I flew like a flash,
Tore open the clothing and threw down the underwear.

The moon on the breast of the new-shaven chest
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature gray bead, the precome was here.

With a little old tug, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Jism.
More rapid than eagles my hand made me come,
And my penis whistled, and shouted, and called out from its hole!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the staff! to the top of the head!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of semen, and St Jism too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in my lap
The prancing and pawing of each little sperm-hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Out the shaft St Jism came with a bound.

It was dressed all in scum, from its head to his foot,
And dripping tarnished with protein and gook.
A bundle of semen it had flung on my back,
And it looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

Its eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
Its cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
It droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the come.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
It had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

It was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw it, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

It spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled the floor with its yucky works, then turned with a jerk.
And laying its finger aside of my nose,
And giving a nod, up the nostril it rose!

It sprang to its muck, to his team of sperm,
And away it all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard it exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy jerk-off to all, and to all a good-night!"

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