Screamer

The evidence all too clear
The stains of our coupling
upon the black sheets.


The memories come flooding back
..And flooding out as I stand up.
I see you lying there, Your equipment,
Like you, Looks exhuasted
No surprises there, I made you work
for it last night

This woman is hard to please.
  

I walk over our strewn clothes,
Finding my knickers that I shoved
into my mouth to stop me from screaming
and awakening the neighbours.

I'm a climaxing screamer when riding
my mans cock.


They will do, slipping them on.
To keep some of you inside me
for a little longer..


Oops nearly forgot the dressing gown,
Can't answer the door with my tits on view  
adorned in you're love bites and dried spunk,
where you so violently exploded upon me..

..Rubbing the side of my face..
you're aim mister..Needs working on.


Ok, Finally, The door.
  

"Hi, morning,  parcels too big for the letter box"

"No worries"

"Thank you"
  

Ok, Now wake up time.
Your woman needs a re-fill..

**An old poem of mine.  Re edited**