Piss Poetics

Showering together,
As you do
Before sex,
(Sometimes).
Cleanliness
Is next to,
Something.

He wants to piss,
I want to watch,
Perfect.
Always piss-shy at
Urinals,
The mundane becomes
Magical.

His flow starts, 
Cock hard,
Yellow stream
Shooting upwards.
The smell,
Sharp acrid,
Intense.

Moving into its path,
Laughing,
It showers me,
Belly, cock, chest.
He laughs too,
But wants more;
Drink.

Bending down,
I feel it splash
On my face,
Smell its tang.
Open wide,
Warm in my mouth,
Bubbling.

Swallow,
He demands,
Serious now.
Mouth full
I swallow,
Bitter, sour,
Sweet.

Draining him,
His stream subsides
But I want more.
Hardness remains,
As do some drops,
Which I steal,
Unquenchable now.