Please?

We'd been going steady, in a relationship quite heady,
Though along the way there'd been some fits and spasms
Due to our mutual selection of the nature of our connection
And my control over all of your orgasms.
You can stay up late, go out on a date,
Do yoga, go to school, take up drumming.
You can play the fife, control every aspect of your life --
Well, every one except for coming.
Sometimes your commitment wanes, you occasionally complain,
Whether it's a whimper or a shriek.
But we both know in sum that you're not to come --
At least not more than once a week.
Although this can sometimes lead, and might perhaps be said to breed,
Occasional awkward situations,
You and I agree that you should generally be
In a state of utter desperation.

So it was a bit of a surprise when sometime after sunrise,
I think it was one Saturday – Day Six,
You cane over to my place, furrows on your face
With a problem which you said that I should fix.
With a not infrequent titter, shaking with the jitters,
I could tell your heart was racing
When you explained with a shy grin the situation you were in
How you had recently lost all your sense of pacing.
You said you'd gotten too excited, and this needed to be righted,
Since you'd just gone and edged ten times in a row.
Now you said you were about to jump right out of your fur,
And you weren't certain now which way you should go.
I said "I'm feeling kind, but first I'll make up my mind
Based upon the particular level of your stress.
And now," I announced, "I'll deign to try to ascertain
Just how hard up you are now, I guess."

"Please" – you sounded curt – "everything's so pert.
Can't you just allow me some relief?
I'm so very wet! How much more so can I get?
Please just make your examination brief."
"Well, well," I think I said, as you looked at me with dread,
"You can start now by removing what you're wearing.
Then we can take a look at every little nook
And see what horrid situation you are bearing."
My words you then obeyed, as in front of me you laid,
Squirming restlessly there upon my couch.
"Now," I said, "you touch. But be careful – not too much,"
As beside you in the room I did crouch.
Perhaps new ground was being forged – you were really quite engorged –
In seconds you had to stop what you were doing.
That's when I realized what you already had surmised –
Really, the two of us now should be screwing.

I got naked, and on top, and said "Tell me when to stop,
As our experiment is not yet in conclusion."
"But," you begged, "my clit is soon going to have a fit!
It's now really such a hardening protrusion."
"That's alright, my dear," I said as you were already near
To climaxing – though I had barely fucked her.
"Though you're a somewhat sorry sight, you're so swollen and so tight."
You asked, "does that mean I'm just out of luck, sir?"
"Well, if you really want," I said, "I'll give it to your cunt,
In the sense that I will fuck you from behind."
"But I can't come that way," you said with great dismay,
"However, it seems," you added, "you don't really mind."
"If coming really was your mission, you could come in that position."
The logic seemed infallible to me.
I fucked you for an hour, then went and took a shower.
As I left the room, you looked so pleadingly.

The moment I returned, you asked if now you'd earned
A reprieve from your agitated sorrow.
I answered, "yes, indeed, I'll give you what you need.
Just come on back at 10 am tomorrow."