Poignancy

I note the poignant music in his voice:
When I sense all his words have such suave sounds,
They seem divine and signify his choice -
Intoxicating me - blindfolded, bound
And captive to their beauty. I've no strength
To halt him with my speech; had I the means,
I'd want him to continue: feel their length
Through his deep penetration; as he leans
To pull away my ball gag, I am kissed
With richness, that's so violent I can't breathe:
His overwhelming presence just exists
Within me, as he fucks; but, he will squeeze
More tension, filling both my mind and rear;
And, as I'm plugged, that poignancy sings clear.