S's XXXIV

Babyboy, baby Jesus no longer
Years do fly, so the kisses between
You and me, not so often but stronger
Naked bodies, romance and some cream

Thirty four is something astounding
Finally you’re just a year younger, that said
If you’re a general cargo that’s being grounded
I would have chosen a role of protruding seabed

On this moderately warm day of November
Wishing you balance and calmness of mind
Wishing myself to be touching your member
Perhaps Uranus, one of a kind
Wishing bib shorts to be always so comfy
Wishing your ass to never hurt from the rides
Wishing to cook some cream pies and be humble
Wishing to win you a race where I am the prize…