Fear of Flight

 
Trepidation fills my wanton heart;
But my rueful lust blows caution apart.
My precious angel is soaking wet;
A baller’s working my naughty pet.

Stiff in her hands both are ready to bang;
As he fingers the terrain, my soul pangs.
Yet stop the action I dare not, can not do;
Instead I crave he dive deeper in her stew.

As if hearing my thoughts, he takes her from behind;
That obedient minx spreads wide, surrendering her grind.
My mouth waters even as my head dangerously spins;
I am twisted in our conjugal sin.

“Don’t stop!,” my throbbing emasculant creams;
My perversity fueled by his stroking of her muted screams.
“Am I watching me lose her?," my fretted heart wonders;
The question quickly lost in a molten crescendo of thunder.
God's hand touched, my angel drifts back from the sky;
Is her deep, stained return kiss the beginning of goodbye?