The Cleansing

Sir wants to cleanse his mind and have his cock
Cleansed by soft lips that service every inch
Of his fine member; girls should never flinch
To serve him in this manner or unlock
The passions that ensure his lust may shock
Someone much less in tune, who won't take hints
That sir so wants this face fuck; let him pinch
My nipples, slap my breasts and make me drop
My knickers for his pleasure; so his prick,
Well moistened by saliva, finds the hole
That he has dreamed of all night: it's designed
For furious fucks by sir: I'll beg him stick
His cock-head in; I'll plead to just extol
His thickness in my tightness - he won't mind.