This poem is called Sensation of Her Anatomy

To many different ways I can make love to you,
But today it’s all about fucking you,
See, sense I evaded your defenses
And traps, to get this pussy,
I came around your un-protected corners
And free fuck your freak, and the pussy is
Wet and leaking..
today I’m back with a vengeance
to let this dick Free fall into
what your pussy seeks,
Owee…no is no longer the option
You want it hit…but first I have
To lick it..so open…stretch those
Lips…oweee taste like peaches
And the soft cream taste
Like…what your mind ain't
Handling…bananas…