Her taste and scent do give for pause,
For of my wants, she seems my cause.
Her eyes and hair, her skin so fair,
Find 'tween her thighs, my slick-cock lair.

Her purring sigh requesting more,
I'll be her master, she my whore.
Her many needs, all mine to fill,
Oh pre-cum beads, oh heavenly thrill.

I'll stroke a rhythmic pulsing pace,
Loosen strings of satin lace,
Observe her fingers' wetted dance,
Each moving closer, a dual advance.

My hunger soaring, oh tasty treat,
A wetted tongue, to eat the sweet.
We lunge, we lurch, we buck, we cry,
Two heads go down between each thigh.

Each tongue to find our morsel cream,
Our coaxing forth each primal scream,
We grind for awe, be both the fixer,
Flows forth for each, oh honeyed elixir.

Be mine, give forth, I want you so
And in return, I'll stay, not go
For just this night, we'll be of one
From moon's first glow, to morning sun.