Torture

 my bed is my beacon the gate way to her ,
just a glimpse a fragment .
eye of lead close in a instant, off i go searching.
alone some place unknown to fine my blessing

a touch of intimacy, he face so beautiful
her skin as bronzed as cooper softest touch.
she comes to me bear and ready for me
to praise her my goddess my whore.

kisses to her neck leaving fire to her velvet.
may hands met her velvet spot teasing
her clit as tho i could stop. she pulls me close as
i go further 3 fingers in as she is exploding.

no time to give her a chance to breath I increase
as pushes them deeper. in my arms she lay legs
spread wide , giving me the look of submission .
she shakes,moans,and groans as her juices flow
i pull my hand up to taste her gold.

with cream all on my hands i share with a kiss. lips
to tongue i have to have more ,this taste ever so elegant.
with our bodies heating up i drink from her cup . a taste
ever so amazing ,it was something like never before.

my tongue on a mission to get ever drop like a bear
with his hand in a honey pot. i eat no stop and just
when that time come for i wake before she pops.
this torture so unbearable,
Morning.