Lavished

He lavishes such presents - it's a waste
Of time for me to say "no"; so, with smiles,
I accept all his gifts and suffer taste,
That is execrable: the tat defiles
My rooms, while he's around; but, soon enough
I'll clear the decks and find another beau;
And, with you, goes your nonsense and the stuff
That made me want to heave - I never throw
A fit to find such excess, when I date,
Provided you're aware that this is all
You'll get through generosity - just wait
A moment though: as pride passes, I'll fall
Around your manly cock, as I'm ravished.
(Disregarding presents that you lavished).