Jane and Tarzan

His eyes, his beard, his nose, his jawline.
His stare is canine, my response is feline.
His salivating lips,his eyes had a lusty shine.
The bulge between his thighs was all mine.
Smell of his bushes, girth of this trunk sent chills up my spine.
His erect log, his broad chest, his veiny arms were all masculine.
I could predict the end of my sexual famine.
He touched my lips, my bust, my waistline.
His rough touches caused dripping of vaginal wine.
His lack of knowledge is all I can whine.
Everything else is all desirable and fine.
I wish we could try my favourite sixty nine.
My nest on his face, me face on his bushes during the divine  
Union is a proposal I can never decline.
I tried teaching him but I had to resign
Because I can't understand any of his gesture or sign.
Feeling his manhood in my mouth is the only benign
Pleasure I get while my legs twine.
I wish I could feel his cock upto large intestine.