Slave

Sir's slave has no surcease save the moment
When she ensures he comes into her hole;
He’ll use her up to then and won’t relent
Until he has achieved his rotten goal
Of filling her with spunk right to the brim
Of her tight crack – the one he will insist
She keeps well shaved – sir likes a tidy quim
To take a nice cum dump and not resist
The aftermath when she can wait and rest
As he lies on her, in her; let him wilt
And leave sticky deposits in the nest
That she’s kindly prepared; but, once, he's split
The load, his sluttish bitch may well have craved;
She offers up the arse he has enslaved.