He who comes in my mouth

The one I love
Thinks of someone else
When he comes in my mouth.
He used to love me
But now, we don’t say
Anything at all,
Pretending that being friends
Is the best way
Of fooling ourselves.
I suck him until he grows
Impatient of my speed
And takes the matter
In his own hands.
And this is sad –
Knowing he thinks of
Someone else and yet,
I still let him come
In my mouth ass
he moans for another man.
The bitterness
Stings my tongue
But I keep it all in
When I should have
Spat it all out
From the very start.
One look at him
And that is all it takes
For me to forget that
We are all we have,
That how it is.

I swallowed.
I swallowed and slowly,
Like its pace down
The cliff of my throat,
The hurt begins.