Breaking My Fast (reveille)

"Am I persistent, sir?" My fingers move
Against your thigh and, then, gently release
The zipper; as they delve, they find that smooth
And hardened cock within; you'd have me feast
On prick a goodly while, I do not doubt;
I'll look up to your eyes uncertainly;
And lean forward to kiss your water spout,
Aware that it will fountain, once you see
Soft lips wrapped round the head and find a heat
That's pleasant - you won't burn at a reproof
That's hidden, as my wide-eyed pupils meet
Your glance, and you discover that your truth
Is buried in my throat; for I will suck
Your every inch before you spurt your fuck....