The luscious thoughts are venturing again,

Again, and again …

Like a nightmare,

But on the lush fair!!

He’s ashamed to kiss her …

But she wants him to kiss her,

Looks like it won’t happen ever,

So she follows him like a fever …

She caresses his unshaved face,

Making him move apace,

Makes his heart race,

Like an ace …

She’s teasing his hips,

Pressing her cups,

Kissing his lips,

Like a lolly-pup …

Caressing his chest hair,

Aching for his fucking care,

Fighting him fair,

Like a nightmare …

She Teases his pale cock,

Making it a hard rock,

Like a thick frock,

Strong as a damn lock …

She’s making him moan,

Wanting him to be her own,

Chasing like a clown,

Making him frown …

Caressing his jaws,

Making him kneel over her paws,

Fighting for a cause,

In a criss-cross …

She uses her feathers,

Strapped her in leathers,

Questioning him whether,

To fuck her like a heathen …

She grabs his hair,

Punishing him fair,

Stripping him bare,

Without a care …

She fucks him hot,

Changes his thought …

Makes him beg,

Ties his leg …

Makes him bound,

Downs her mound …

Rides his meat,

Loves his heat …

She makes him cum,

Slaps his bum …

Rides like a horse,

Slapping his arse …

She eases his heart,

Like a fart …

She makes him push,

Uses her finger to shush …

She rides him good,

Not heeding to his wood …

She could,

But he’s her food …

She makes him cum,

Slaps his bum,

Making her rum,

Keeping him mum …

She fucks him hard,

Making him cry God,

She strikes his chord,

Unlike the Lord …

She makes him calm,

Dwell in her palm,

Making him feel warm,

Like the farm …

She eases his bound,

Making him go merry around,

His happiness is found,

Kissing her mound …

Holds his hair,

Pushing him in a chair,

Making him go fair,

Holding him with care …

She kisses him soft,

Making him a-lot,

Pushing him in a cot,

Addicting him like a pot …

She holds him warm,

Teases his corn,

Leaving at dawn,

And she’s gone …