Elaboration

"I can't do you full justice tonight,"
He smiled and pushed me to the floor;
I thought on this late-night insight
Though my well-spanked bottom was sore;
He had pulled me right over his lap
And tugged down the pyjama pants.
Then he'd patted my bum - every slap
Seemed an answer to yet unmet wants.
 
"I'm conscious that it's getting late,"
He added, while watching me kneel,
I pulled up my top to relate
And allow him a nice bedtime feel.
"Now that is a meeting of minds,"
He laughed and fondled each breast;
I love helping sir to unwind
And for him to get things off my chest.
 
"I can see that we both share desires,"
He chuckled and made to direct
By pulling my hair. Sensual fires,
That heated, had left him erect;
"I would like to sleep on the next part."
But I'd parted his pants zip and kissed
His very proud prick for a start.
And with such soft lips, who'd resist?
 
"There may be some elaboration,"
He grinned. I licked under his length
And wondered at collaboration
And when it would get more intense.
"This sharing must come. Attraction
Can wait." He intoned, as I sucked.
Then there were just grunts - no retraction
As this pet, late at night, got face-fucked.