Resonance

Master once said he'd spend forever buried  
In the recesses of the sweetest cunt  
His tongue had ever tasted as the serried,  
Sculpted love lips, adored, made him want  
To own me, excited by mounting passion,  
As who then needed care or any stealth,  
He stimulated me in every fashion  
With lullabies of moaning and a wealth  
Of virgin opportunities that are long gone:  
Speared on his meaty cock and, thus, destroyed;  
And what seemed right was his might and the strong,  
Hard, resonance of his lust, as he toyed  
With me; but, now, he is lost and was ferried  
Across the Styx, where he's forever, buried