Submission

When she first knelt

She said it was

the way my poetry

opened her soul

that allowed her

to open her body to mine

To be in the space

where she would kneel

in perfect submission

and perfect delight

where our lips meet

It was then that I could

drag my tongue

upon her form

Then bite and growl

and each breath

sent waves of joy

across her aching need

like ripples across dark water

To feel her clit throb

as I circled my fingers

and whine as i smeared

the first drops of my precum

across her outstretched tongue

smiling as I moved

my leaking cock

just out of her reach

Her mouth open

like a hungry baby bird

I whispered

“Keep going

swallow him whole

you are always

so much greedier

when you're on the edge”

And then she fell

crashing into moans

unable to stop

until I savagely

erupted

deep within