Whoring

I watch you standing there
Almost hardness outlined in your Calvins;
Out of date.
Your cock all that David never had,
Even if its not marble hard yet.
The laces up my back cinched tighter than my will
Though tightly bound.
I lunge at the growing problem
to solve.
My lips undo the office bitch, the ass-chewing that the boss gave you
and the bumper to bumper traffic all the way here.

Id never tire of sucking you down.
Empty lust newly found
Like the lies not even hidden.
You shallow prick.

Some things we never get to find out;
Or do we?
Like how I taste on your tongue,
Me on you on me.
Help me. Undo me, if you can.

Not undone, I Dance this suffocating dance over your mouth
Finally full and quiet, thighs on ears.
Lifting for your breaths, deserved now and then,
I laugh at your exquisitely placed predicament,
And press harder in.
And when fed, I find I still am of want,
No more than that which will fill me,
I slide deeply upon you.
It doesnt seem a problem now
To fuck you.

Growing weary of this game,
My mouth will never suck upon yours.
Some things we will never know,
And some we will...........Cinnamon