For Monica

Silently I sit, watching the door

As I wait for my prince to come home

I look at the clock; it's a quarter to two

And he left the house at nine-thirty

Sighing I bring my knees to my chest

Praying the lord he'd come home

When he finally gets home he's as drunk as a dog

And by now it's a quarter to three

He stumbles to me, dark pants blotched with semen

As he falls in a heap, head in my lap

Attempting to open my pants

"I worried," I sigh as I finished the job

But by now he's too out to hear me

He sucks till I finish, and then falls asleep

Leaving me alone to think of my troubles

The next night as he prepares to go

I beg him not to leave

I say its important

But don't tell him why

He insists though, leaving me alone

On my birthday

Btut tonight I follow him to work

Far enough behind he doesn't see

I wait outside for an hour of so

Before bursting in, entirely in shock of what I found

He was sitting in a large soft chair

With his pants resting on his feet

A tall you man had their head in his lap

And he was smiling, petting the man's head

Like he used to do to me

He looked up and saw me

But he didn't stand or speak

So I ran, as far and fast as I could

Resting on my bed, heartbroken

At 11:30 I heard him come home

So I sobbed louder, but didn't get up

Waiting for him to come to me

"happy birthday" he sighed as he rubbed my back

And I broke down, pulling myself to his lap

For about twenty minutes both of us were silent

Finally he pulled out a golden ring

And placed it on my hand

I was in shock but he smiled at me

Gently kissing my fingers

"I got you this gift but I was short on cash

Sorry you saw what you did," at that point in time I just couldn't be mad

I jumped on top of him

Licking and kissing his face

He pushed me off gently, kissing my neck

Whispering "what do you say, should we celebrate?"

We clapped off the lights as my pants were rolled off

And he reached out and grabbed the lube

I was pulled to my knees as his fingers pierced me

As his oily hand rubbed my member

I could feel his cock swell

In his tight leather pans

And I knocked him down, ripping the pants

Tearing them right off his body

He pounced up at me with sharp bared teeth

Rolling me onto my stomach

Two fingers pierced me, then three, then four

And his entire weight crushed on top of me

The icy oil filled my bum

But his warm tip rubbed and heated it

A hand grabbed each cheek

As he dove in head first

Shuddering at my squeaking

He pulled me back to a kneeling position

Pulling and gripping at my swell

Standing up straight on the soft squishy bed

Making powerful, off beat thrusts

I let out a howl and started to fall

But he caught me and held me in place

He pumped in five times before collapsing as well

Purring gently as his steady heartbeat

Lulled me to sleep