The Rhymes of Sweet Capture

This vast expanse between our last penetration
has done little to direct my devout fascination

You cling to my vision, immaculately splayed
my point of attraction, exquisitely bathed

All points of entry are free of restriction
coiling my pressure in frequent constriction

Milking me senseless, sweet easing of pain
branding this body, I can never abstain

convoking these nerves, I release every drop,
this relentless persuasion stirs every thought.