Beloved

Impulsive innocence will barely note
His start of surprise, as he penetrates;
I watched him as he sought, slowly, to coat
His member in a gel - a gel that makes
It easier for him to thrust and have
Me as he clearly wishes; and he needs
To satisfy the lust for all he'd crave:
A lust that lights his eyes and quickly seeds
His aspiration for cuntal delights
That I could offer him; as he awakes
The demon slut within me and he cites
His need for satisfaction as he slakes
The thirst he has for all that recompense
That he will find in my lost innocence.