The sight of her excites me.
Like a boy who woke up on Christmas,
I open my present to see a beautiful flower.
The smell, ****** and sensual, brings me to life .
I lay down to taste the gorgeous flower,
I touch the leaves with my finger which makes her tremble.
Devouring it like it's the last thing I eat.
Devouring it with pleasure and joy.
Soaking in her juices, her hands grabbing my head
With pure pleasure.
The flower blooms and she cries out.
A sound of a beautiful siren, wrecking ships.
I don't stop though, still hungry for more,
But she can't handle it, smiles, and pushes me away.
I stand tall, wanting more