singular serenity

He fucks me with such confidence, I swoon.  
(In truth without him, I would swoon alone.)
His prick makes some advance, but it leaves room
for further inches (if he had them). Gloom
will not shadow my features. This despite
the lack of his inventiveness in bed.
(I'd have fruitful ideas, but not tonight!
I will be silent - let him shunt instead.)
The whole business will finish without me
inventing any short cuts. (I suppose
my friendly lips should not kiss cock). I'll see
him flop back, then climb back into his clothes.
(I wish he'd kept them on). My recompense
is dismal (pout) despite his confidence.