Your small hand beats like the sheer wings of a hummingbird, By the Bard of Bat Yam, Poet Laureate of Zion

Your small hand beats
like the sheer wings 
of a hummingbird, 
so swift, 
a pure blur--
yet does not obscure
your hardening schlong
which stands like a stamen
rising from its spongy bed,
so full, 
a grand gift
to the still body
who’s aloft and feeding,
poised to drain the sweet juice
contained there.