My Daily Lover

My lover controls me very well.
Only oral play will he allow,
and then only for himself.
One might say he is no lover at all,
but he knows how to satisfy me.

As I stretch my lips to allow his shaft to pass,
a fire burns brightly,
my lover is alight with passion.

I gently suck on his yellowed crown,
the ejaculate he leaves in my mouth a welcome feel.

Deeper and deeper I inhale his scent,
his taste making my breaths shallow.
Lips gently hold him within my mouth,
fingers play up the length of him,
ensuring that he is enjoying the experience of this as much as I.

I do not need anything more,
but the feel of my lover's shaft against my lips,
my tongue.
When my lover and I are together,
it is as if we are one.
He relaxes me,
and I exhaust him,
sucking on his shaft until finally he is extinguished.

Everyday, nearly every hour, I hunger for him.
And when I need my lover,
I simply go to the house of his servants, and call him by name.
The servants hurry to do my bidding,
letting me take my lover home with me,
and once again I begin the oral pleasure.

"Where could I find such a lover?" you ask me.
And I will tell, for the answer is simple:
At the nearest gas station for under four dollars.