Sexual Desire

I am that which he desires    
When his dick is beginning to rise    
I am she who begs for his cock    
When he looks into my eyes    
I am his angel drowned in desire    
My innocence is only skin deep    
I curl around him like a kitten    
Then arouse him in his sleep    
My beloved place is between his legs    
With his cock shoved down my throat    
Educing his power that chokes me    
Is my favorite antidote      
Tears escape my eyes from pleasure    
When he pulls roughly on my hair    
I am the female who accepts his authority    
As natural balance in our sexual affair    
I am the sweetheart that lets him fuck me    
Regardless of whatever my mood    
Nothing’s more filling than to please him    
And to show him my gratitude    
I am the woman who’s genuinely open      
To exploring her sexuality    
I am she pondering all the possibilities    
Of the things he can do to me    
Those thoughts make my nipples tingle    
So I pinch them through my shirt    
I know how much he would love it    
Watching my hands slide up my skirt    
I am the one who shares those moments    
When I am thinking most of him    
Sending videos while he’s in a meeting    
Cunningly knowing he can’t open them    
I am the bitch who teases him daily    
With my body slightly out of reach    
Excited at how I’ll pay for that later    
Some bad manners you just can’t unteach    
I am the whore who calls out his name    
When he’s fucking me in front of his friends    
I am also his seraph in the front pews at church    
Praying forgiveness for worldly sins    
Spiritual sex is void of religion    
But rather an intense connection of the mind    
Nothing can bring purer pleasure    
Then when two people are sexually aligned.    
     
I am that which he desires.