A Silent Sun

A silent sun shone on as he locked flesh
In this - his tight embrace - he pushed in deep;
I lay, quite languidly; I'd almost lost
My sense of time, before I felt him reap
His victory, with all that centred need
Focused on thrusting in and pressing hard;
He gripped my flanks and built a certain speed;
Knowing he had my all, he'd not be barred
From any avenue he chose to fit
His girth to; he plunged proudly as he took
Ages to press within me, and his prick
Embedded in the tightest, wettest nook
That he had ever dreamed of, as he won
The right to spurt beneath that silent sun.