Unf… Is that the sound you make

When my cock hits bottom

And rubs your G-spot

As it runs in and out?

Is “unf”

When two, or maybe

Three

Fingers furiously fuck

You vigorously

Until you fight your bounds

And arch your back

As you almost levitate from

The bed?

Or is “unf”

When I spank your cunt

And my palms are so sticky

That tiny strings hold you in place

Like my favorite puppet? 
Hmmm..

Maybe “unf” is the grunt

And the giggle

While my tongue does the wiggle

From your slit down into your cheeks

And then inside your brown bud...

Or the shiver in your spine

That causes quivers from your mind

To your jiggling behind

When the head of my cock

Presses hotly against you. 

Is it when you call me

Every filthy name in existence?

As you experience both zen

And nirvana? 

Maybe it’s the repeated

Smacking

Taps

And the vicious

And violent slams

And the way you fight back

Until I grab your hair

And bend your back

And snatch each breath

Giving nothing back.

Maybe “unf” is

Your ultimate appreciation

For the man who takes

What others can not..

And leaves you in a sweaty heap,

Hair matted

Skin marked

And grinning.

Asking, no

Begging for more.

Or is “unf” Something magical,

Where the pleasure of your body

Collides with the pleasure of your soul? 

Yes. That’s “unf”