An Exchange

A master and a slave may well exchange
An awkward glance when she is urged to stop;
He pulls her by the hair to rearrange
The angle she adopts to please his cock
That stands erect before her as she waits
For him to recognise that it is best
That she should carry on without debates
On how her owner foments interest
Inside her naughty head when he’s exposed
And shown in need of kisses from a girl
Who loves her dear sir’s member for she knows
That his prick welcomes mouths with a fine pearl
Of pre-cum oozing from the spongy tip
To exchange for saliva on her lip…