shitty cuck poetry

His wife doesn’t know how he fucks me so proudly;
She thinks he’ll be out all night long with the boys.
Her neighbour am I, but by no means her equal
As proven by all of this sweat and this noise.

He thrusts with such force; I can’t help but cry loudly
Which wakes the young cuck who was sleeping next door.
She comes to her window – I know that my peak will
Be better than anything she’s got before.

Denial and shock have become her expression;
Depression, obsession, and watering eyes.
Her worthlessness, hopelessness, wholly disheartened;
My body, with no hesitation, replies.

I scream and I writhe; this long-drawn-out session
Has brought me excitement I cannot believe.
With each heavy thrust this stud tears me apart and
With each second more does his cuckquean aggrieve.

She knows that I’m better: by now could you really
Convince yourself this wouldn’t happen again?
His cum flows inside me, so thick and fulfilling;
I’ll have to make sure I get more now and then.

I lean up, I kiss him, I tell him sincerely,
I’m glad that she saw him give all of his best.
He opens his eyes nice and wide, shame instilling,
And hurriedly leaves me to pleasèdly rest.