Happier Days

A winter's morning could augur a day  
That's happy as you blow him in the breeze;  
You're on your knees contented in the play  
Of tongue and - careful - teeth - that gently seize  
The member of the man that you've desired  
To serve with every fiber of your being;  
The dawn has drizzled daylight, night's expired;  
Lost in drifting thought, are you now seeing  
The extent of his need? This may well fill  
That eager mouth you present for his use;  
You suck and lick and taste with passing skill  
In the chill hope he'll come and, in the truce,  
That follows lust victorious, he slaps  
Your face awake to happy days perhaps.