Another act of Contrition

And it was over
Before I'd even started
So I won't apologize for the clichéd
Lipstick on your collar,
The bite mark on your neck
You should apologize for the cum stains
I didn't leave on the seat.
Why am I always the one to leave
Unfulfilled?
How would you react
If I stopped you before you came?
Yet you never wait for me.
Is it a wonder you never ask
'was it good for you, baby?"
I assume you know it never is.

You never bend me over,
Fill me with one stroke,
Dare me to take it all as you
Grip my short hair in your fist,
My neck and back arched,
Poised for the release
I take at home
Alone in my bed.

Why can you never cup my cheeks
tenderly in your palms,
your fingers spread over my ears,
into my hair,
as you pull my face down,
choking me on your cock,
as my throat milks the cum from you?

And you're surprised your wife doesn't
'give you any.'