Under My Control (Poem)

The sting, the yelp, the endless moan
This thing, no help, now this is home.
The grit, the grunge, hit all my spots.
The spit, the lunge, no sign of cops.
The struggle, The fight, no quit in you.
The mumble, no sight, without further adu.
The scream, the tears, no one can hear.
It seems, your fears, are becoming clear.
The bruises, The marks, signing my name.
No excuses, No Barks, defining my claim.
The decision, The statement, you're now mine.
The precision, I crave it, fears to find.
That heartbeat, that horror, all part of the game.
Mark me, all over, your words not tame.
Your request, My fulfillment, I hope you enjoy.
No test, live in the moment, no need to be coy.
On your knees, open your mouth, we're almost done.
Say please, release your doubt, and eat my cum.