"My Sex Poem"

        
Sometimes sex makes me feel so weak to my knees that I can hardly breath..Ah deep breath.

Why can't  I control all these feelings of lust and erotic sensual pleasures of self eruption and overflowing ejaculation right after a long and wet night of penetration.
Ooh, (pause).. I just can't help that my pussy juices are flowing like a river in the bottom of the desert floor that seeped through the slit in a plump cacti.

Damn! I love the way my blood moves when I feel that long fat dick that taste like sweet nectar ready to suck it dry through the tightest pussy straw u can imagine.

What is a girl to do with all these wrapped up emotions and yearnings of my pussy choking that "Big Dick Fatty"?.....Emmm,  I guess once again, I'll match my own desires and suck  my middle finger and sit ...it right....on... top of my wetness and say "Hey, Mrs. Pearl Tongue, u ready to fuck!