Disquiet

Disquiet ushers in your silent right
To have me hold your cock and entertain
Your shaft, as it grows large and I requite
Your need by kneeling up as I remain
Eager to please, though the door to the room
Is open; my attention will stay fixed
(I'm conscious of the noises, but assume
You'd have me focus solely on your prick's
Endeavours to enjoy me) despite all
And any interruption from your guests,
Whose teacups chink, and voices rise then fall
Around the table; they sound quite impressed
Or is it shock to see me in this light:
Disquiet ushers in a silent night.