Bound To Bounce

He is always loving his coffee
And his beautiful agony - me;
He wants wicked lewdness and puddles,
As I masturbate for him for free;

My orgasm is never over,
Until he decides it is time,
Once excitement leaves me cold sober
As his soft giggles whisper: "sex crime"...

He told me that he was well-married,
But had naughty thoughts in his head;
I murmured that he should not tarry,
They were better abandoned in bed;

And, if we make love, when we're sleeping,
I do wonder aloud if it counts,
In the fantasies we are keeping,
Where, of course, our fucks are bound to bounce!