Volubility

Her volubility’s a mood that passed
A while ago and will not soon return;
She doesn’t wait for my insistent nod,
But sucks my cock and makes sure that I last
A goodly while – knowing that I yearn
To fill her up, while she adores the rod
That's thrust into her mouth, since she was tasked
To please me happily; soon, I discern
Complete compliance in this girl who’s trod
A fine line with her chatter, until asked
To hold her peace and kneel; now we’ll learn
How long a pet can worship her new god
In peace that results in tranquility
And ends all of her volubility