A Time For Giving

It’s good to have you in my hole, dear sir;
I love the way you gift me to the brim,
And how you push and press and make me purr,
And how you spread my legs, so either limb
Can wrap around you: you present your cock
To all the wetness master could desire,
Just fuck me sir – you don’t need to take stock
Of what you’ll do to me – just stoke the fire
That burns within me all the time; I wait
For you to call for me, so I can kneel
And get you ready; I’ll manipulate
My tongue against your prick, your balls, your arse;
It’s good to have you in me, sir, at last.