The luscious thoughts are venturing again,
Again, and again …
Like a nightmare,
But on the lush fair!!
He’s ashamed to kiss her …
But she wants him to kiss her,
Looks like it won’t happen ever,
So she follows him like a fever …
She caresses his unshaved face,
Making him move apace,
Makes his heart race,
Like an ace …
She’s teasing his hips,
Pressing her cups,
Kissing his lips,
Like a lolly-pup …
Caressing his chest hair,
Aching for his fucking care,
Fighting him fair,
Like a nightmare …
She Teases his pale cock,
Making it a hard rock,
Like a thick frock,
Strong as a damn lock …
She’s making him moan,
Wanting him to be her own,
Chasing like a clown,
Making him frown …
Caressing his jaws,
Making him kneel over her paws,
Fighting for a cause,
In a criss-cross …
She uses her feathers,
Strapped her in leathers,
Questioning him whether,
To fuck her like a heathen …
She grabs his hair,
Punishing him fair,
Stripping him bare,
Without a care …
She fucks him hot,
Changes his thought …
Makes him beg,
Ties his leg …
Makes him bound,
Downs her mound …
Rides his meat,
Loves his heat …
She makes him cum,
Slaps his bum …
Rides like a horse,
Slapping his arse …
She eases his heart,
Like a fart …
She makes him push,
Uses her finger to shush …
She rides him good,
Not heeding to his wood …
She could,
But he’s her food …
She makes him cum,
Slaps his bum,
Making her rum,
Keeping him mum …
She fucks him hard,
Making him cry God,
She strikes his chord,
Unlike the Lord …
She makes him calm,
Dwell in her palm,
Making him feel warm,
Like the farm …
She eases his bound,
Making him go merry around,
His happiness is found,
Kissing her mound …
Holds his hair,
Pushing him in a chair,
Making him go fair,
Holding him with care …
She kisses him soft,
Making him a-lot,
Pushing him in a cot,
Addicting him like a pot …
She holds him warm,
Teases his corn,
Leaving at dawn,
And she’s gone …
