Pro Migration

The coffee has migrated, he insists;
He stands and then unzips; she knows her place;
So kneels and pulls her top down with the grace
Of someone well-accustomed to the wrist
That takes hold of her hair; but will not twist
Her locks nor make her scalp burn while the space
Between her open lips forms a strong case
For this further migration. When he’s pissed
Into her mouth; and she has swallowed all;
And licked her lips, rejoicing in the use
Made of her mouth; the heated excitation,
She shares through this usage, means she’ll not stall
When giving more relief – it’s just more juice
To please sir, who is so pro-migration