Withholding Stories

O, I am steel when I of you do write, Knowing another man doth kiss your breast, And ravishing thereof spends every night To make me cuckold, no seed to express. But since your vulvic essence fills my sense, This humble servant kneels to taste his spend. My sorrowful seed withheld at my expense On your broad limb doomed never to offend. Your deepest crevice ‘bidden from my use Whilst he within your weeping deep doth ride;...