Irony (there is….)

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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