Plaything

You think you are so charming
With your slick tongue
Moving smoothly
Slipping out of difficulties
And those lascivious oblique glances
From your steel blue eyes
Piercing my desires
Tingling...traveling
Blushing my sex
To a budding hot-housed flower
Sun-soaked
For a fondle and tease
The variety of rhythm
So expertly placed
The thought of plunging
Hard and thick
The ache deep
So close to pain
Every part
Tight...swollen..tender
From a proper prick
I feel like your own little whore
My body used
And thoroughly fucked
My hair still tangled
In your fingers
My head yanked back
Because you have to see my face
And the look in my eyes
When you fuck me