Your cock was hard, pressed into my back,
Without any words, “Please empty my sack!”

Roll over; a love-pole beckoning me:
“Touch me, taste me, set my come free!”

Quench my thirst, I knew that I must,
Not wasting your spunk all over my bust.

So before your cock had chance to go numb,
Into my mouth your purple love-plum.

A groan and a moan – I gave you a start!
But thrusting your hips towards your blonde tart.

Tickle my tonsils, you’re mine to control,
Connected as one: mind, body and soul.

An inferno of spunk! Escapes – is released:
A tonsil-torrent! My throat is now greased.

Consumed. Eaten. Your essence gone where?
My stomach all swollen – you say, “It’s not fair!”

Leaving our bed, having given you nowt?
“Dereliction of duty”: your mouth still a drought,

So spreading my legs and flicking my bean,
The prettiest pussy a man’s ever seen!

Licking and slurping deep in my slot,
Twisting and turning: my muscles a knot!

Sheets now far-scattered, not under my bum,
Biting the pillow to silence my come.

But they’ll be no hiding our sex on this morn.
The curtains still open; neighbours watching live porn.