A Submissive Pose

The wooden floor beneath her,
it is well worth the ache and splinter.
Her knees folded underneath her,
she giggles and pulls with breathy banter,
breathing on your most obscene body part;
It is exposed, and the air cools the swollen head.
She is completely at your mercy,
naked in her submissive pose.

Outside, the birds cheep and hum,
the only obvious witness to such an act.
Her eyebrows are clenched, arched,
in the taking of such a task, lips parched,
the velvet of her throat opening to accommodate;
Teeth grind softly at the wet, slick fountainhead:
O, such a source of complete mayhem,
as nude now as her submissive pose.

Eyes water from such taxing use,
for it is like your love is up to her sockets.
Those beautiful eyes glance up at you,
flirtatiously, one winking at your condition,
as you grow bigger and deeper into her wet pocket;
That overbite is doing more harm than good:
It scrapes along your underside; You sigh,
your intentions submissive to her pose.

Your courage will not last forever,
for you are dissipating into a long profusion.
O, how it’s pure heaven for both,
for she sees your chin tripled in its wrinkles,
those eyes of yours that speak of the conclusion:
You must stain the insides of her teeth, mouth.
The force of this woman makes you buckle,
and you fall to your knees in submission.