Nocturne

She’s not too tired to know how consciously
She’ll please, given her consciousness is born
Of lust and all her eagerness to be
The slut who loves to please in every form
That he delights in, though he is asleep
Right now and turns in dreams, but she can lick
His cock to hardness and, then, she can reap
Rewards from the emissions that his prick
Is wont to spray upon her pretty face,
Despite the fact that he cannot see how
She takes each spurt with such submissive grace,
In hopes that he will waken and will plough
Her body, when her wakefulness expires,
Quite conscious that lust never, ever tires.