only heaven knows (sonnet)

My inner thigh was scented by the sex  
he'd fucked all night with fingers and his cock;  
he'd twist his head; he'd lovingly inspect  
the nook above his head - would he not stop  
admiring my soft folds? He had enjoyed  
and fondled them from dusk until I came;  
I came again; then my master deployed  
his cock deep in my wetness; and regained  
the control that he needed, as he slid  
Deeper into my furrow - all his turf:  
for he possessed me - I did as he bid  
and spread, as I was there for him to surf  
relentlessly; as the tide ebbed, my flows,  
would scent sir's dreams as only heaven knows...