Ode to a Cocksucker

She didn’t say yes; she didn’t say no,
But she smiled and went down below.
Her hair pushed back; her mouth was just so.
She opened his pants; she started it slow.
He was soft down there when she started to blow.
Her tongue was wet, and he started to grow,
His erection was firm, it was ready to go.
He wanted her in bed, although
She was married, he was only her beaux.
She fondled his balls and put on a show,
She treated him well just like a pro.
Deep in her throat, he started to flow,
She swallowed it all doing fellatio,
Her name was Flo; his name was Joe.
It was his birthday gift, you know.