Embraces

She wonders if his embrace means so much,
Every thought of Sir makes a girl wet?
She wonders if she will be so in touch
To find herself quite ready to forget
The humdrum things of life to kneel and beg
And suck and lick and swallow all he'd choose
To fill her gullet with? Let each sweet dreg,
Devoured, bring her much closer to the point,
Where she is rather sodden and not scared
To be brought to the boil; to anoint
His cock with her whore juice, as she is bared
And taken front and back to master's taste;
Is this bad for a hussy to embrace?