En Suite

His hotel room choice was always a suite,
Furnished by more than bed; he found it best  
To be accommodated by couch seats;
As his shoe tapped the carpet, I digressed  
And hesitated, nervous; he rehearsed  
Commands he'd given others soundlessly
And then mouthed:"Come, pet;" seeing my lips pursed,  
As I advanced and knelt; effortlessly,  
He unzipped both my silk dress and his flies  
To present me with the task in his hands;  
So, I'd address the matter and his sighs  
Were testament to youth ; and his expanse  
Soon conquered mouth and throat with an elite  
Of storm troop sperm to fill my mouth - en suite.