I lay here

Pressed into the bed

His hands preventing

My breathing

His sphincter claiming

My latexed member

He grunts

"I am near, I can't hold it"

Pouring hotly on my belly

Too pool in my button

And as he shakes, clenches

In his aftershocks

I lay there

Now free to breathe

And smile at myself in wonder

Of my success

CALDER WOLFE