Outside, Inside

Proudly loving our intimacies
the dawn breaks on the new day
waking to your mouth on my rod
leaves me with so little to say

The night was long in grand motion
in and out my prick so went
encouraged by responses of your body
until all my sperm was spent

And the agenda has yet to be completed
for the magic number is seven to reach
white, red, black, and flesh colored hosiery
taking you completely in each

So that even after we have parted
you can smile when you put each pair on
or even picture me in your presence
when something with him goes wrong

So don't think this is anyway an insult
no verbal wounds do I mean to cut
just the shearing away of those inhibitions
to release your inner slut


Thanks to Kasupuu for pre-publishing advice