Negativity

The negativity I feel some days
Is such it overwhelms desire to serve
Your passionate embraces and the plays
You make for me; when every ball is curved
None hit the heart, but each word cuts the soul
And riles me even more; over your lap
I grit my teeth and feel your stirring pole;
I clench my cheeks, awaiting the next slap
That pushes me upon you; but I stare
At floorboards, wishing I could be elsewhere
And not accepting this, as your affair
Takes no notice and swells; but have a care
I may pull back and, though your cock fills me,
All I will sense is negativity.

Come on then solomon 777 - why not steal this one as well while you're about it?