Perfect

“You’re perfect,” she declared, though not a sound
Could be heard, save the gagging she suppressed,
As he pushed in and took all of the ground
She willingly surrendered; he caressed
Or, rather, tugged and pulled her hair; controlled,
Her movement was delightful and his shaft
Progressed into her mouth, as he extolled
Her virtues and her skills – she knew her craft
As a cock- sucking pet, who loved the sighs
She drew from him each time, she felt the smack
Of his balls on her chin; and both her eyes
Were fixed upon his face, as each attack,
He made upon her gullet, meant she kept
Declaring in her stare: “you are perfect”