Mercy

after your plane has landed...
after you have welcomed yourself to the taking of me in my tree house world...
after my clothes have been ripped to shreds...
after I have screamed mercy to no avail from astride you on your broken throne...
when my hair is wet with salty sweat...
when it hurts to close my legs on my swollen, slick, and spent cunt...
when you have gathered me into your arms and kissed my tears and praised my release as my thighs quiver and juices drench your cock and balls,
and as the music plays on,
I am going to lead you to my bed and pour tequila along your spine and down the crack of your ass.
and as I poise low on my hands and knees,
with my breasts brushing up against your skin,
with my mouth hovering so close you can feel my breath,
with my tongue ready to chase and lap up every drop I've poured in the far places they are running to,
I am going to ask you who I am to you,
and you are going to answer: Sarah.
that is the me I need to be when I give to you and take from you.
and then I will not stay my tongue and the lapping will begin from back to front.
and I will not be alone in the screaming of mercy.