There is a sweet irony to the way you bow down before me
On your knees
But when you put me in your mouth
You make me weak at the knees
There is a sweet irony to the way you look up to me
And I stand over you
Look down upon you
Yet
My strength crumbles to the floor
The fortress of power taken over by your oral armoury
There is a sweet irony to the way I become vocal
Aural expression of exhilaration
Dictate and convey with punctuated urgency
While you
You command me with a silent tongue
Exercise your authority over me
With soft lips and warm mouth
Command me with subtle swirls and swoops
There is a sweet irony to the way hard flesh
Is made to easily submit to supple mouth
The way your giving … takes
And
How my getting … gives
There is a sweet irony to know that being conquered by you
Is the means to my being set free
There is a sweet irony in knowing that this oral war
Will become a perpetual battle of pleasure
That continues endlessly between you and me …
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