Pussy Never Lies

she is prone
lying still over lap
her voice silenced
by the simple gesture
of finger across lips

her fingers dug deep into fabric
her breath registered by heave
of breast cupped in His hand

her senses on high alert
picking up the drip of past rain

her ass an ivory fulness
a picture of peace, of calm
before the storm of spank
flushes nethermost cheeks with heat
and her face with thrill

To the raven at the windowsill
her moans seem of pain
& movement of escape

pussy drips upon His lap
and pussy never lies