Unquestioned fuck in times of despondence
Receiving my tongues when I needed to drown
A deep-throated song that warbled and swallowed
And bent-over tightness invites drilling down

The silent assent and appearance by moonlight
A night to remember with nary a word
The offered up guess that was just what I needed
Woman you turn up and wrap me in your fur

And then you tell me the taste us rewarding
The look on my face as I come is enough
More than enough you glow as if stricken
By my fingers or tongue once you throat my stuff

And I know that we talk, at any old time
And I'm fair and I'm safe and quite off the rails
You say it's enough knowing my soul is discharged
And you slip into darkness with a smile and warm tail

10/24/25