Suffocation is my favorite past time

Begging down on scraped knees,  
Bloodied from unforgiving concrete,  
Please, my mouth yearns for a taste,  
Of that delicious length below your waist.  
 
The air is thick,  
With sweat and empty promises.  
So hard and slick, the pulse of cunt,  
"Scream for me you little slut."  
 
Abused, sticky flesh, bloody and red,  
The only thing, to which, I'd devote,  
A demanding hand guides my head,  
Forces more of you into my throat.  
 
I do enjoy suffocation more than I should.  
 
Deep in this tight abyss,  
Will you ever have enough of this?!  
I feel the desperation in my supple clit,  
But you won't allow it, master, I don't deserve it.  
You make me snap, make me submit  
Make me beg, tainted with sin,  
I never want to be here again.  
 
Torture no longer, plunge all the way in,  
Delight at frantic fingers searching for your skin.  
Pleasure in my pain, knowing your too large to fit,  
Then finish up my juices as they dribble down your chin.  
 
So skillful with those lips  
From every vice I kiss,  
You are the one I could never resist.  
Whore.