Antidote

The antidote      
for his      
marital    
whinging      
isn’t      
founded upon      
words    
and      
I refuse    
to be his    
therapist      
however      
I’m convinced      
he likes    
being    
restrained      
as I roll    
my splayed    
wide    
hips    
over his    
lips    
as his  
debauchery      
collides  
with my  
kaleidoscope  
lens  
centred upon  
his      
servitude      
in silence    
alone      
is like      
music    
to my ears    
as my    
button    
swells    
when he    
vandalises    
my walls    
with his    
lengthy      
wide    
tongue      
but      
every      
now & then    
he won’t      
stop    
talking      
no matter    
how
hard      
I roll my    
hips    
against    
his wet    
hot    
mouth    
so I have      
to      
stuff    
his gorgeous    
handsome    
fuck      
me      
right now    
trap    
with a      
double      
ended      
jelly like    
strap
on    
and      
make myself    
gush      
in his      
face      
whilst    
riding      
him harderrr    
as his      
gag    
reflex      
is tested      
just like      
he    
does    
to me    
unexpectedly      
with his
rigid
frame
whilst      
flashing me    
that      
devilish grin    
as he    
uses      
my access    
point      
as his    
favourite      
depository    
when he’s      
anchored    
balls deep    
and    
I ponder    
whether    
to      
spit or swallow      
his    
shooting stars    
whilst      
wrapping      
my hair    
tightly    
in his      
hands    
until he    
releases    
a messy    
clandestine      
flux    
of    
hot & sticky      
honeyed    
love      
notes    
plastered    
on the      
inside    
of his    
vaguely    
far from    
vanilla      
antics    
as we      
circumnavigate    
his uncharted      
proclivities    
one kiss    
at a time      
whilst      
listening      
studiously      
to the    
intermittent guttural    
harmonics    
within      
his moans    
so his    
neighbours      
can’t hear      
him      
edging & begging      
for more    
when he    
kneels    
religiously    
and    
when he  
does  
so ever so    
lovingly & obediently    
and    
he wants    
me    
to whip      
his    
arse    
until welts    
rise      
like the      
tide    
for making      
me    
his      
whorish    
moorish      
ambrosia    
devotional    
deviant    
that succumbed      
to his      
irresistible    
perversities    
as I trace    
his      
high cheek    
bones    
and    
chiseled    
jawline    
to kiss him    
feverishly    
with    
the taste      
of      
all things    
us.