Haikus should be pastoral

Dear sir, forgive all
of my forthright language here.
I can't help myself;

Sometimes I could fuck
my cunt raw for hours on end,
as I wait for you;

When I spread my legs,
I'd love you to imagine
gateways to heaven;

As I touch my sex,
with eyes closed: how can I help
but think of your tongue?

Pushing two fingers
into my wetness is not a
substitute for cock;

Thrusting both fingers
into my pussy and this
thumb in my bum works;

Don't you simply wish
that these fingers and this thumb
all belonged to you?

I'll will spread myself wide
and I will fantasise you
are here, using me;

And, when I come hard
for the third time, my sloppy
puss will reek of sex;

At last, you arrive
from wandering in the groves
of academe;

It's far too late. I'm
all sexed-out after so much
self-indulgence here;

My bad. And Haikus
should be pastoral; but I
am way past oral.

Sighs. And falls asleep,
as is the fate of many
heroines on lit.