Though She'll Feel Nothing

Here is my vessel,
At dawn lies the wake-
The shuddering impact,
A long waited quake
Though all of my heart's there...
It's suffering still.
The once been's since gone here
The promise until.

The vessel, so empty,
The heart full of rot,
My creature so lovely
Though loving it not.
For moments of pathos;
In pleasure she cries
"But you're not the one!"
As the orgasm dies.