Beginnings

We are only beginning; he insists
On spending evenings high in the dark sky;
His suite is quite luxurious; he's kissed
My lips and pressed me hard; no reason why
The cold of tower windows should not milk
New feelings from my body; until done
He wraps me in his pleasures and the silk
Of kimono, he bought and finds quite fun
To undo; then he'll lick my moister parts
Free of the semen that he spurts aware
This is a cream pie; "pet", he smiles and starts
To turn, so I can show his firm affair
His past once more, as he revives and grows
And he begins to keep me on my toes.