The magic of reflected love
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 love licking your pussy,
Each tender crease and fold.
I remember it’s succulence,
Erotic recollections I’ll always hold.
My cock is currently hard,
Bulging as I record this prose.
For nothing raises my blood more,
Than the imprint of your vaginal rose.
I’ll never hide my fetish,
An addict of the cunnilingual art.
And I’ll never ever ever forget,
Times spent between your thighs apart.
Don’t be shy,
Don’t hide,
Open your legs,
Open them wide.
Let me see,
See my fetish,
Show your pussy,
That which I relish.
Stroke her slowly,
Rub your clit,
Get her wet,
Drool lubricating spit.
Then go to town,
Masturbate hard,
Cum unshackled,
Morals discard.
Buck your hips,
Reality blurred,
Cum unravelled,
Let your bubble burst.
Then fall spent,
Lie on back,
Recover breathing heavy,
Try to relax,
And watch me wank,
As I take my turn.
Watch me stroke,
Study, observe.
Enjoy the sight,
Take in what you see,
My swollen cock,
About to spurt seed.
Listen for the catch,
That change as I breathe,
My balls rise tight,
As I cum and spurt free.
My belly splattered,
Covered, slick,
If only you were here,
To greedily lick.
But you see what you love,
What you see holds sway,
Turned on even more,
You again start to play.
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.