Meathoven's 9th

One night, when seduced by the wife petite,    
she straightaway led us to our bed    
to love on me like a sweet pentathlete    
with a radical kink for giving head...    
     
starting with undone 501 buttons,      
and no buzzkill speak of her time at work,    
she shucked me as if tutored by gluttons    
by pulling off pants with a single jerk!      
     
And like a man at arms, she held the haft,    
then besot the bell end around the rim    
as my finest tap prepared her a draught...  
to bolt forth on a thunderation whim!      
     
Whereupon she soon hummed "Ode to Joy!"...    
as all along...it was her gourmand ploy!