Each Sensual Phrase

You overwhelm me with each sensual phrase;  
So I can barely breathe, until I taste  
The subtlety that underpins your gaze;  
And, since you insist I must stay as placed,  
This little statuette won't deign to move,  
Until you iterate each discrete want,
You wish of me; so, that, if you approve,  
You'll take me naked: use this sluttish cunt;  
 
I envelope your cock, as in you sluice  
To navigate my channels, you decree  
A cuntal confluence, so our fuck juice  
Confederates quite irresistibly;  
The shout of triumph rises in your throat:  
Your realm expands: and you've this cunt to coat.