Singing Your Song

You say I sing the song that only we
Can hear and, as it happens, you are right;
I sing your song each opportunity
When you're inside me, filling up the tight
Enclave of flesh that you now call your own;
I hum your tune with my lips round your cock;
And when you thrust, the song becomes a moan;
When you press in, pure harmonies unlock
My wetness as our limbs meld in close need;
Your want is sated with the single note
I murmur as you fuck me and I feed
Your appetite for choruses that stoke
The parts that you connect with, that will bring
You to your climax every time I sing.