Life is Complicated

Equipped with sleek black hair to grab and hold  
My pretty face can be well fucked and used ;
My mouth against your groin does as it's told  
And my warm breath heats balls; I'm not excused  
Those inches as you slide right to the back  
Of my hot gullet, shunting back and forth;  
And, if you free my lips, I'll know your lack  
Of ardour; so, please show me that my worth  
Is lower than the spit gobbed on my tongue;  
Add animosity, but do not think  
You'll ever show I've reached the lowest rung  
Of self-esteem - for aren't you on the brink  
Of where you think I should be? Quite aware  
Of this, you grab and hold my sleek black hair.