Sexy Time with Sir [MF][D/s][Poem][JustForFunsies]

For my lovely kitten, what can be said,
Sir wants nothing more than to be there in your bed.

Rolling, tumbling, completely entwined,
a sexy time won’t be difficult to find.

You and your skirts, haphazardly hanging,
it won’t take much effort to move it for banging.

Rolling over, touching with a light graze,
my fingertips wake you from your sleepy haze.

A squeeze, a tug, a strong armed grip,
my hand explores every inch of your hip.

With a lick of my lips, I slide between your legs,
with a flick of my tongue, you’ll be sure to beg.

I slide up your body, skin meeting with barely a touch,
the sexy sights and sounds, it’s nearly too much!

Hovering above you, I look down with a grin,
the look is returned, a sassy nip to my chin.

I quirk a brow, hand slipping into your hair,
a firm little tug issues you a sly dare.

A dare to sass, to fight, to be anything but good,
but we both know you’ll be the good girl you know that you should.

You fight for a moment, you writhe and you squirm,
But soon there’s a feeling for which you yearn.

You yearn to be taken, to be filled with a thrust,
And with that look on your face, I simply must!

I pause for a moment, enough to make you doubt,
You begin to suspect, your face forming a pout.

But it’s in that moment that I push forward inside,
And in that one moment, I could have just died.

Your cunt is so soft, so hot, and so wet,
It feels so good ‘round my cock that I nearly forget.

Forget I am more than a lover, that I am your Sir,
The one and only man who can make this kitten purr.

And to that end, I fuck you slowly at first,
The long drawn out pumping building a thirst.

But I quickly hasten my lust fueled speed,
Knowing that my good little kitten has a need.

The rooms fill with smacking, grunts, and groans,
The only sound better is your sweet little moans.

The moans give way to whimpers and coos,
A sure fire sign that you’ll be cumming for me soon.

I continue to fuck you as hard as I could,
And soon you react as I knew that you would.

You spasm, squeeze, flex and cry out,
It’s a show you put on for me that I love, there’s no doubt.

You never lose focus, the word Sir on your lips,
You never forget, even when your cunt grips.

And it’s that gripping that sends me over the edge,
My body tensing, twitching, falling over the ledge.

I push deep inside with triumphant cry,
It’s then deep inside you that you feel why.

My balls have tightened, shaft twitching with heat
As strand after strand of cum sprays from my meat.

I fill you completely, the warm substance leaks out,
Until I collapse on you with one final shout.

Together we lie there, a sweating panting mess,
My body on yours pushing up on your dress.

I reach up with one hand, fingers run through your hair,
Each strand so beautiful as I handle with care.

I push up and bring my lips to your ear,
Uttering in low tone those words you long to hear.

My voice is hushed, my breath creating a swirl,
You shiver as I say the words, “Good girl.”