written 11 February 2026
I think you like the way that I beg,
cuz there’s no other excuse for the way
you trail your hands up my leg.
You know I’ll pray to gods I’d don’t believe in
just to convince you both to stay,
to keep those calloused fingers on my skin,
and so you team up to pull me apart
and make me lay back in the sheets while you play,
gazing up at my face as if I’m a work of art.
Only once the pleasure makes me cry
will you finally call it a day,
placing a kiss to my inner thigh.
And because you know I’ll always comply,
because I always do what you say,
because my purpose between you is to satisfy,
even though you just devoured me like an all-you-can-eat buffet,
you ask if you can each have a turn to slip inside,
and with no hesitation, I open my legs wide.