Why I Deny

One and you're done... so you get none!

Would you like to climax, baby? Would you like to purge?
You've been hard for hours now, I know you have the urge
You know I like to watch it, baby, love to see it squirt
Or squat upon you--in and out--until you start to spurt
I see that desperation build each time you reach the edge
At the brink of sweet release, but tension rules instead
You know why I must keep you here: begging, on your knees
You understand why I must keep my self-indulgent tease
Your body begs me for the thrill, but we must face the facts
The hunger in your eyes dissolves when I let you relax
If you could cum like I do, baby, one after another
Then you'd find that I would be a more obliging lover
Try to count my deep orgasms, try to keep the score:
Seven, eight: my juice still flowing, even wanting more
You can nibble at my pussy, give me vulva licks
Penetrate me from behind, and finger fuck my clit
To me it isn't foreplay, baby, when your fingers touch
Giving climax after climax 'til I've had enough...
But you, your body's different: after you've ejaculated
All the tension dissipates, and you feel satiated
I like you where I have you, where so willingly you beg
Amused at how I hug you, and you want to hump my leg
Now let me get you hard again, and take you to the brink
Inquire if you'll cum for me, and, after, take a drink
I know you'll be compliant, eager, hungry for a taste
But I also know what happens once the cup is near your face:
Not so very willing now--See, you hesitated!
That spoonful doesn't look so good once you are not frustrated!
So let us both forget that thought... now, you, start masturbating
Take yourself up to the edge: C'mon, don't keep me waiting
I'll recline amused, enjoying you hard yet again
I'll watch you stroke up to the brink, stroke some more, and then
I'll sit and smile as I witness all your agony:
Shudders, groans, and lustful throes as you stand wanting me
I'll giggle at convulsions with a twinkle in my eye
I'll mockingly coo "Oh, poor baby" if I see you cry
And now that you're more desperate, and I have had my fun
I'll make you dress, pull up your pants, and tell you we are done
I'll be looking forward to the next time I abuse
When you'll be that much hornier, so you cannot refuse
Until then, think of me, my body, parted pussy lips
And smiles in my eyes as you are vainly thrusting hips
I'll have you on the floor again, desperately pleading
While playfully I'll let you see the pussy you are needing
If you could cum like me, then, baby, you could cum right now
But since you can't--you'll have to force yourself to stop somehow.

One and you're done, so you get none... while I have fun!