Devoted

She’d tell him she remains devoted to
The fluids he emits, but her mouth’s filled
With spit or come or piss; she will not spew
The contents of her gullet – a drop spilled
Would be a waste that she’d have to decry
And that would lead to further spillage when
He whips her hard enough to make her sigh
And let the joyful tears come once again
To moisten both her cum stained cheeks once more
As if they were not wet enough to serve
Him as he’d wish her to be – she’s his whore
And only his to use with joy and verve
Until he’s ready to share, so she’s coated:
A perfect dressing for one so devoted.