Becumming Hours

He seeped in  
Gently crept
Like my sands fall
With tip toe touch  
With tickle speak
My thoughts wound around  
Him tick tock
Hard becum the hands of my watch
Cum the hands on my hips
Cum the taste on my red lip
Had been acquired
Now desired
With Pavlovian proportion  
Becum Instinctual need
Dials turn churning me
Systematic seduction induced
Phera(moan) glow produced
His beautiful attentionné
His funny affectées
For my longing eyes
For his hands of time
To pause a while
Between my white thighs
And enter me please
Between my weak in the knee
Knowing deeeep
In virgin whore arch
In hard soul seek
Full starving stroke
Becum beats in gooood measure
Until much knowing
My touch
In 24 pleasure
Is as fond familiar
As his reflection
In my glass