THE ANCHORAGE

There came the fiery lough

In a cavern not too far away

I retreated to the firth of your benign anchorage

And like emollient

I bled from the waterway

Down the passageway

At the bank

In a gully not too far away

Where you lay on top of me

Like tempered water

In the chasm of your hollow gaze

Only to rejoice in the enamour

Of your eminent sword

To swallow your milky cum

In the trenches of my salivary glands

At the back of my throat

From there did you surrender

Unto my diminutive frame

Unto the crest of my cleavage

Where you rested, comfortably

Aroused and most satisfied