Contention

The thrust of this contention is his need:
She relishes it, feels it all the while
She sucks; so, he may soon give out the seed
To maximise his pleasure; he'll defile
The face that looks up at him - keen to please;
Captured, in his gaze, she will surrender,
Attendant as he gently starts to squeeze;
And, if his touch gets too loving and tender,
She won't resist, remembering her place:
She'll hold her comments back as she attends
His pleasure as he comes upon her face;
To streak her smiling features; she contends
His need for her to swallow all’s a must;
Loving this contention and its thrust.