"Goblin Market" by Christina Rosetti has a special place in my. . . heart. . . let's say heart. Though Christina was adamant for her entire lifetime that the poem was a simple children's fantasy, it's pretty obvious it's an entirely different fantasy.
"She sucked and sucked and sucked the more
Fruits which that unknown orchard bore,
She sucked until her lips were sore;"
I'd post the entire thing, but it's longer than justwanttoseecum's cock, so you only get a small sample. (Google goblin market for the entirety) Perhaps I'm a bit odd, but I've definitely found the words fodder for masturbation. Check it out, it's pretty vivid.