Eruption

through the sounds of lovemaking
and naked bodies quaking
the scent of “fuck” hangs in the air

ass up high and sweat on my back
his thickness fills my slippery crack
my moans are a wailed prayer

the rhythmic slap of skin on skin
his every thrust hits it deep within
one more shudder my soul is laid bare

hands grip hips and a final deep thrust
I’m forever wet but never seem to rust
I can feel every wrapped spurt, I swear

he stands spent at the edge of the bed
condom slick and his still swollen head
I coax his cream to the tip down there

the look in his eyes with my sweet tongue swirl
cleaning his shaft like a good little girl
with tearing of teeth it’s beyond repair

mouth open wide and the eruption of seed
swallowing it down deep fills my need
as I spit the broken rubber into the air