Tssk

It has been said, by you mostly,
my sleeping is that of innocence on angelic divinity, but,
this isn't always the case in question, for if you were to
witness my thoughts on further scrutiny you'd be enlightened
as I was, maybe enraged too..
you see, I'm taken most nights, not the taken from a lovers
nestling influence, oh no no no, more direct in approach
you see, actually you don't see, thankfully you see I'm taken,
transported, uplifted, carried, many words to describe joyous
moments deep into the night, let me explain some more;
It's the door first, not a gentle knocking tap tap taping,
more caving in, broken by shove or kick, oh it's mighty loud,
but you never hear, you see (ok you don't) it was never about you,
as for me, well..
as always I'm awaiting his arrival curled up in bed, next to you,
but you never wake, just as well really, so anyway where was I..
oh yeah the door, then usually the fridge followed by tssk, as he
helps himself to one of your beers, he's been travelling far, he's
a thirsty man.
He's in the room, standing at the foot of the bed, his silhouette,
can just make him out, he's never in no rush, watching over me
before he takes one last gulp before sending the can scuttling
across the wooden floor, it's half empty contents spilling foam
and froth, before he undresses, his clothes left where they fall,
his eye's never leaving mine, though I can't see him clearly in
the gloom I know he's smirking, the gloom doesn't last long, now
naked he walks to the switch, bright light fills the room as you sleep
peacefully unaware, two strides and he's back at the foot of the bed,
grasping the duvet and yanking it to one side, you now have all the
duvet, me..?  I'm just in my night dress as he crawls onto the bed
with purpose in his eyes, and hands, ripping and tearing my dress
down the middle and off, breathing it into his face before
tossing to one side, oh he's urgent in desire tonight,
manhandling me so I'm on my hands and knees, no finesse or sweet
nothings, feeling his hardness probing, my head down, waiting,
dripping, before he delivers in hard deep movements as I accept
his all with screaming shouts and moist muscle squeezes, but you
never wake up thankfully as he slams it home on our bed, the bed
that's now rocking with his motions till I explode wetness around
him as he spanks me, the sounds echoing of the walls, the picture
frames, the ones of me and you, spanking home his joy as I shout
out each warm flow he parts with.
Tonight he was eager and urgent in his want, this pleases me no
end as always he leaves as quick as he arrived, though another
tssk is often heard, yeah I know I know, it's thirsty work
pleasing me.