Later you will tsk, rub away a speck
of dried cum. Today the floor needs mopping,
the sheets laundry. You sat in the bathtub
for hours scrubbing. Last night you were filthy.
I knew you wanted more; only took what
I could offer, I received your wetness
trailing down my chin. I could only twist
against rope that bound my ankle and wrist
I don’t protest — I just stared, your lewdness
glistened wide, your clit a pomegranate
seed on my tongue — you stood above me
fingers twined throughout my hair as you rubbed
yourself faster and harder murmuring
into my neck flooding all down my neck.