On Your Face (A Ghazal)

Tonight, he'll linger as he'd trace
the cum he spurted on your face

and, as his cock did, see sperm slips
from in between your lips - such grace

can only ensure hisy heart skips
as you lick lips - relish the taste:

it makes you wriggle; your sweet hips
will spread, so your beloved can place

his second cock stand, so it rips
virginity at such a pace

that you will cry, as your cunt grips,
and tears join cum-stains on your face.