Your Crooked Smile

You look up at me 
and smile
With crinkles in the corners of your eyes
And your fat lip 
giving you a crooked smile

Remnants of my wetness 
still shiny on your lips
Your crooked smile was made by me
I remember me pulling your face into me
Me thrusting
Insisting that your tongue
lick me
and plunge deeper
I always ask of you
Please, honey lick deeper....
as I slam myself into you
I control your face
as the urge builds, then peaks
and then subsides 
The internal throb slows

Now it is your turn
Control me by my hair
My face is yours 
to fuck....

And to give me a crooked smile