Will I?

"Will I be sighing with you?" she requests,
as she looks up with big brown, shiny eyes,
pupils expanded so. My interests
have grown as well: for she knows she supplies
a certain 'je ne sais quoi' I'd describe
and linger on; like her hand on my belt,
before she lets her playful fingers slide
the zipper down. No: butter wouldn't melt
in lips as soft as these. I find myself
pressing forcefully just as she wants.
And when I fuck her mouth, she finds a wealth
Of cock to kiss, to suckle and enhance
the episode. She whispers, as I cry
and come over her face: "sir, will I sigh?"