Performance

His fingers
pierced my hollow spaces,
dipped into my drip,
my taste, my scent
he says he wants to bottle.

A shaking-body memory
of being some of the best
he's ever had.
Confidence pumping into me,
a sharp thrust to keep me satisfied,
a performance piece to make him cum.

Sweet whispers sifting through my ears,
soaking the sheets beneath me.
I become a prize of sweet release,
fantasy taken to be real,
something new to feel,
you'll want to feel,
over and over
again.

A taste he won't forget.
A good fuck,
good enough to fuck again,
good enough to keep you wanting,
needing,
Fantasy at your fingertips,
something you'll never get tired of feeling,
seeing.
tasting.