POEM INSPIRED BY 'I'M LOST...AND WISH NOT TO BE FOUND'

I'm LOST! - and wish not to be found,
while into me his dick does pound,
as he is hammering away
all the frustrations of work day,
up-and-down, in-out, off and on,
to orgasmic oblivion.
 
Fallen as if under a spell,
air heady with that honey smell,
that keeps me rooted to the spot,
enjoying how much he is HOT,
feel of his muscles, honed in gym -
I'm past running away from him.
 
To give as good as get I stay,
reciprocally thrust away,
around his waist my legs tensing,
bites on his shoulders intensing,
my nails digging into the hide
and muscle of his bare backside.
 
In Seventh Heaven, on Cloud Nine,
I hold onto my Valentine.