Hard to Swallow

Prodding thoughts engage my right brain,
While you ogle me from a lurid angle,
My flushed bottom flinching from measured pain,
My eyes blinking through memories too steamy to handle,
As I bend down lower to face your swelling notion
That I exist solely to unclog your gunky drain.

Your ego thickening inside my throat,
I swallow my pride with each gulp of fear,
The idea that you love me only a remote
Echo of your erotic whispers tickling my ear
Past the threshold where my soul surrenders
And any remnant of self fades to a muted note.

In your rear view I may appear to mirror the meek,
When I am lost for words while choking on your callousness.
Lips, tongue and teeth converge at your volcanic peak,
Where molten-lava lies splash their burden onto my breasts
Before trickling like candle wax until cool to the touch,
Never reaching the vulnerable womb that it seeks.