Punish

Punish

From silky honey pot
of modest bare spot;
the scent of sweet sex
heady for what’s next;
all but bent
hump ‘til spent;
do not carefully labor
pump fast for me to savor.

Do you moan at my flavor;
goddess perfect to devour?
Is it fine?
no better wine
for your gourmet palate
or my hungry rabbit.

Make me crazy to crave
fingers and tongue to enslave
engaging, drenching fun
Make me cum; the sole one
Just who among us does it gratify
your brother, my husband, you or I?

Strip and tease
spank and please
where he records
his little whore
reveal all large and small
steal inside my Kegel walls
make me feel your balls
before we take the fall.

Must rush thrust
harder, deeper touch;
feel the heated fire
pound me with your spire
burns hotter than any flame
weeping, screaming your name.

Send me higher to meet my end
so pleasuring torrents may begin;
with shuddering release jetting jism
down my creek from sleek prison.

Of my marital bed, soak the sheets
with your load of fragrant seed
that overwhelms the need
surpass the hour-long streak
back inside me to punish my hide
all against my sullied pride.

Ding! Goes the bell my husband rings;
Time for round three of my rimming;
chained to the bed we can’t get free
neither do you nor I cop a plea
until my husband oversees this thing
to punish us with sex for our infidelity.