I look at you with an ever lasting hunger.
I salivate in anticipation of your taste.
I promise, upon my very soul.
I’ll not let a single moment with you go to waste.
I will make you feel my need.
I will do all within my power to let your passions run free.
I will feed.
I will be.
My tongue gently parts your labial lips,
It pushes up slowly to seek out your clit.
Lapping along your moist fragrant slit,
Rousing my senses with an adrenalin hit.
My cock hard, it bulges skin taut,
My mouth on your cunt what’s always sought.
Oh my god! I could cum at just the thought.
Of orally unleashing that orgasmic onslaught.
Now where was I, before my mind slipped?
Oh yes, I was approaching your throbbing lil clit,
My tongue was just about to flash and flit,
I was going to lift you out of body skilfully with it.
But my cock’s so hard, no longer lank.
I’ll have to end here to nip off for a wank.
You have the thought of cunnilingus to thank,
For this premature end, as this prose draws a blank.
You led naked, open, a little afraid.
I stood nude, rampant, ready to take.
You took me, whole, thrust deep inside.
I fucked you, hard, nothing left to hide.
You gave all, taking, ravaged when done.
I took all, giving, filled full as you and I both cum.
I like watching my pink substitute slide into your cunt.
I love hearing you moan, enjoying the moment.
I adore the times that you jerk into bliss.
That orgasmic smile, that look of shock as you get your fix.
I hate that I’m not there in place with my cock.
I despise that a toy gives some of what I’ve got.
I abhor that I’ll substitute you with my hand.
For neither are the real thing which we demand.