Inversion

Naked obeisance: 
Kneeling, eyes down, lips parted.
Knowing what’s to come.

Hearing you moving;
Clothing yourself with the thing
you’ll use to use me.

First you make its length
slick with your girlish essence.
Your personal gift.

Hard, strapped to your loins,
one end in you, the other,
glistening, near my mouth.

Sensing your girl-scent;
wishing I might kiss you there.
Two hand’s breadths away.

Pressure, parted lips,
your whispered command to me:
"Accept, but resist."

Seized and pulled so close,
Returning the blow you gave.
Lips in place of whip.

Silenced by this gag,
reflexive limits broken,
and filled with your taste.

Rhythmically pulsing;
slowly, faster, listening.
Riding your sweet rush.

Slow, hard withdrawal.
Your sweet girl-taste now faded;
knowing what comes next. 

Unfinished business;
lying, exposed, face-to-face,
quartered, opened wide.

Intimate pressure,
slow, unaccustomed entry,
Tearful and transfixed.

Pleasure found in pain.
Riding your sweet rush again,
possessed to my core.

Gentle comfort, praise;
embracing: tears kissed away,
the end of our day.

(c) 2007 Han Li Thorn
www.hanlithorn.com