That Fateful Churn

She knows about the churn; she knows the ache:
It makes all life impossible without
The smile in his eyes, that seems to make
Her want to suck him harder; and all doubt,
That he won’t fuck her further than her dreams
And fantasies, evaporates  away;
So, when he lunges, yes, the sweet bitch creams
And squeezes round his cock; so that the play
Becomes much more intense and every thrust
Delights them both and makes them both recall
That this is all they want; and, so, they trust
In their excitement, made quite possible
By pleasure’s sweet taste, making them burn
As every ache adds to that fateful churn