"Drowning In Her Lap"

 She watches me, and breathes my name; I love the way she whispers. 
Her pretty lips are always moist when I pleasure her pallet and taste her voice. 

Soft and tender are her ways, though she yearns to be devoured; thoughts of intense foreplay throughout her day, and every hour she spares to play.  

She sings a song with humble notes that lures potential gentlemen; but once her curtain is exposed, she steals the show and makes me whole.

She gives me all her inner space, not scared to be my missing piece; completing me and filling me with all her love and creamy treats. 

I swallow every drop she leaks, and enjoy her hospitality; enraptured by her splendor while she takes my mouth to ecstasy.  

Drowning in her stormy tides, not minding if I die tonight; for in her lap I will be found, in memories and after life.