| Quiet hunger smolders deep in her eyes, My lascivious lady with liquid lips, And musky treasures are promised as prize When she gets my prick at her fingertips. Her velvet skin and her soft pubic curls, Her bounteous breasts with raspberry nips Deny existence of all other girls When, wanting me, she seductively strips. I ache as I watch her and reason dies. My hardening pecker in passion rips Loose in response to her hot, humid sighs: I can't hold back (my sanity slips). At last we mingle our clamoring cries And I spend all my life between her thighs! |