Satisfying His Curiosity

And now, sit down, my dear, and satisfy
My curiosity, the man intones;
And she knows well just how she can apply
Her lips and, yes, her tongue, to induce groans
And movements of the hips as he intrudes
With every by your leave silence permits;
For each soft, shuddered moan his mouth exudes
Gives her some satisfaction; she remits
Her pleasure to his service and the cock,
That seems to be so curious: it slides
Right to the back of her mouth and won’t stop
Until it’s splashed its gratitude and glides
Away leaving that snail trail to supply
The evidence that she can satisfy…