The craving I sense,
Suggests greed, lust, and need,
Why am I so tense?
I lie back to succeed.

Her tongue in my mouth,
As we share some hot passion.
Should our hands now move south?
Bodies banging and crashing.

While groping and choking,
Our pants become wet.
Is this lust that is flowing?
We have only just met.

Then a tongue on my member,
Makes me shimmer and gloat.
Her sex on my finger?
Our bodies afloat.

So intense and surreal,
I wish it could last.
Will my cock have it in him?
To push hard and fast.

I feel the cum leaking,
“Oh God,” I do groan.
Did she really expect it?
I must now make her moan.

Rolling onto my back,
With her heat on my sack, 
I look into her eyes,
And begin to attack.

As I ride a new wave,
With her feet on my chest, 
I pound her wet cave,
While her pleasure’s suppressed.

The shacking and squirming,
She begins to express.
Are her insides a burning 
While her lips are suppressed?

With my balls now engulfed,
By her sweet nectar juice.
I lean down and do whisper,
I love your sweet sluice.