An erotic poem. — In the crisp of sleep
Hands scout my valley
I feel you feed my alley
Savoring the silky dribbling
You press to impress
Brittle flicks rock my clit
You suck again and again
Playing peekaboo with my fruit
I gripple the sheets; thighs rippling
Your tongue sweeps and stirs
Harmonious spins rouse my fall You advance pulling my solid nipples
Mouth to mouth we bond
Breathless and bare
You enter me
Tip stirring, plowing, roundly
Every inch a perfect placement
You pump and pump to the depth of my slit
Cock throbbing, voice vibrating
Now your warm cream is melting
Dick glistening… Night falling…