I knelt, you stood, expecting me to smile
and open wide and meet your eyes, all while
you stroked and moaned and called me names, like slut
and whore and bitch and motherfucking harlot.
I grinned, obedient, ignored your words.
You shot your load along my waiting tongue.
I smiled and swallowed, licked up every spill
and didn’t say a word until you’d gone.
You weren’t the first, you weren’t the best,
you tasted like a sewer hole
we didn’t fuck, I didn’t cum
you didn’t even get a hand
inside my bra
you didn’t see him standing there
getting off on what I did
I laugh to think
you thought I picked
you were just the latest
just the nearest
just a pawn
a piece to play with
not a king like him
or queen like me
and if you think
you’re something very special
such a stud
Next time, I know,
he’ll do the same for me.