Is It Over?

Never before has sex been this good,

He touches me with human hands,

He knows what makes me tick,

My blood is pumping fast,

Oh God please don't let it stop!

His whole personality changes,

He is like a lion,

And I am his meat,

I'm waiting to be eaten,

My juices are delicious.

Caged in the ecstasy he's giving me,

I remember the days of fairytales,

When life was simple,

And we were different,

We'd only ever done it once.

He was smaller,

And could fit into any crevice,

I screamed in pleasure,

Begging for more,

So he continued.

As he mounts me,

I smile to myself,

Perhaps for the wrong reasons,

I remember the incident that took place,

On that chilly night.

Our pride and joy had heard,

He'd been curious about the noises,

That were coming from my room,

He could not sleep,

Without knowing what was happening.

The next thing we knew,

Pinocchio was standing by the door,

His eyes bulging out of his skull,

Traumatised by the whole ordeal,

He had never seen a naked body before.

As he pounds hard into me,

I blush just as I blushed then,

My mind is stuck on that night,

Nothing could be more mortifying,

Than to be caught with a cricket up my arse.

In my haste all I could was scold,

The frightened child rushed back to bed,

The echo of his sobs are still with me,

That horrible sound still stings,

I'm so sorry Pinocchio.

The heat of his skin against mine,

He finally lets go of his semen,

He breathes "I love you,"

My trance is broken,

Is it all over already?