His taste was sumptuously invigorating,
sliding on my tongue, filling my thoughts up
with sexalicious enchantment, unforgettable
diction soaked in ecstatically flaming episodes
as I savored it all, feasting on his flesh
like I was a wild wolf on the prowl.
He satisfied my appetite, his astonishing
chocolate flavor, his ripped arms, chest,
and abs, his beautifully warm thighs
and legs, steadily devouring him,
taking him through the deepest parts
of my tunnel where dreams come true.
I basked in his **** ***, how divinely
hard and magnificent it was, how his
stunning limbs lingered in my bloodstream,
careening in my lungs, dark pleasures
filled with almond oil, slippery white cream,
immense streams flowing into stirring seduction.
His motion was like a pool of poetry with soul,
submerged into his oozing peach, the sweetness
seeping in me, mesmerizing me, stinging me
like a fiery yellow jack, his desires weaving
its grandest notes in my broad, sparkling ocean.
I loved his masculinity, how his nakedness
blossomed in my bones, how his heat increased
my energy, drawing me into passionate places
where greatness dwelled, holding my breast,
rubbing my hard *******, craving more
of him as I lushly licked my lips.