Tssk  (re edited)

 
It has been said,
by you mostly,
that my sleeping
be one of innocence
verging on angelic divinity,
this isn't always the case in question,
for if you were to witness my thoughts
with further scrutiny
high definition clarity
you'd be enlightened as I was,
maybe a little enraged too..

You see,
I'm taken most nights,
not the taken from a lovers nestling influence,
that you might think
Oh no no no!,
more direct in purposeful approach
an approach, if I'm allowed to voice
not always indifferent to...

you see,
actually, you don't see,
thankfully you see nothing
as I'm taken,
transported,
uplifted,
carried,
many..many words to describe these joyous occasions
scenarios from the darkest of nights to brightest of
broad daylights in full view

Hmm
let me explain some more..
I see your perplexed
angry
upset
vexed

but I'll continue..

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)
or hear
it was..
is
never about you,
as for me ?,
well..
as always I'm awaiting on 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 the unmistakable tssk sound,
as he helps himself to one of your beers,
he's been traveling far,
he's a thirsty man.

He's in the room now,
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,
and me..?
I'm just in my night dress as he crawls onto the bed
with purpose and intent in his eyes,
his hands being direct,
ripping and tearing my dress
down the middle and off,
breathing it into his face before tossing it to one side,
oh he's a beast with a strong desire for me 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 thrusts
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 my emotions
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
welcoming each warm flow he gifts to me.

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.