Soul Sucker

I crave the strong man
With soulful eyes
His ego is large
As will be his demise

He shows no emotion-
'Til I swallow his cock
I take my time
Tick-tock Tick-tock

He says he isn't vulnerable
Except when I'm on my knees
My tongue has him whispering
A shaky, 'please'

Whimpering, moaning, salacious sounds-
Pressing deeper, bucking his hips
My hold on him--boundless
He trembles against my lips

Pounding my throat
Gasping for air
No, he's not vulnerable; My lips twist 'round.
His strong hands grip my hair

My throat pulls at him
Through his release, he screams
Unintelligible noises as
His body melts and creams

Left as heap of limp, satisfaction
About that, he won't bawk
There was a soul in his eyes,
But I sucked it right out of his cock