His Voyeuristic Tendencies

 

He looks at me
with those hazel
drowsy eyes
that pierce my soul
unaware that I'm aware
that he's as shallow
as the next man
that's about to tongue
my tight arsehole
and scribble his name
all over my swollen little clit
with his tongue
while he plunges
his fingers in the depths
of my bare lotus flower
until I mark him
with the scent
of my shallow love
while I ride
his thick hard cock
from dawn to dusk.

He'll wake up
and I'll be gone
but he'll remember
sitting across from me
as I showed him the groove
of my appalachian spring
as he made me drip
sweet honey
all over him
all night long
while he watched
the intimate machinations
that unfolded
between
my cunt and his cock.