And just like that, he came.

Dressed in gold,
I’ve gotten a hold
Of the inevitable truth:
An indelicate one, uncouth.

He was eager
As he wanted to go deeper;
With nothing to restrain,
We submitted to each other’s gain.

And he ******.

With all the glory
Not in any hurry
He was on top like a king
Punishing, demanding.

Finally filled with glee,
He pulled out of me;
He was never meant to stay
So I had to give way.

And he left.