The Hunger

The hunger,
It never stops.
The need to feed,
On what you’ve got.
Ravenous,
Insatiable want.
For you,
For your delicious lil cunt.
Starved,
Craving you.
I can still taste,
Your honey dew.
Feed me,
Pull me in.
And don’t let me go,
Til we’re both full of sin.

Nothing As Sweet

There’s nothing as sweet,

As sweet as you.

As between your thighs,

I lap nectarous dew.

My fingers pierce,

Bringing forth a gush.

Coating my face,

So erotically lush.

There’s nothing this sweet,

I promise you.

As you cum with a flood,

I’ve earnt my due.

 

 

Put Simply

Put simply, your pussy is perfect.

Put simply, it’s all I want.

Put simply, nothing satisfies.

Like a few hours of eating your cunt.

Put simply, I lust the flavour.

Put simply, le parfum que j’adore.

Put simply, the vision of you spread wide.

Pumps the blood from my gluttonous core.

Put simply, I’m going rather mad.

Put simply, my hunger I need to feed!

Put simply, I want a taste of your lil quim.

To which I’m addicted with an ardent need.

I Want Your Pussy

I want your pussy bare,

I want your pussy bald,

I want her shaved clean,

So I can lick each crease and fold.

I want your pussy moist,

I want your pussy wet,

I want her to be ready,

So I can fuck her as hard as it gets.

I want your pussy filled,

I want your pussy full,

I want her pulsing, oozing cum,

Filled by me, your beast, your bull.