Once you have fulfilled
my dreams, I would
dearly like to review
all the debris you leave.
Look at the scrunched-up comforter
And those crushed pillows.
You had me lean over them,
while you took me brutally,
fucking my pussy and then
taking the other hole,
without so much
as a by-your-leave.
There again, it has to be said,
you don't require permission;
you simply need to enjoy this body,
since it belongs to you.
I offered it to you, dutifully.
Observe, now, how the sheets
have become completely tangled up.
They are the proof of energetic
escapades mere moments ago.
And, once you withdrew,
leaving my cunt filled with cum,
they remind me of you pressing me down.
I love to lower myself to clean
your turgid cock and heavy balls;
I know my place, aware of my role:
always eager to please only you.
And when you are done, feel free:
push my face into cum-stained sheets.
And let me just taste the memory
and fill both my lungs with you.
When you leave, close the door
and I will close my eyes
musing on conquest, which you ensure
when I fulfill dreams tomorrow.