AS A FRUIT

I've stripped you to your birthday suit,
Enjoy your soft parts like a fruit.
My head approaches your wet lap,
To bring forth more of your sweet sap.
 
Your juices run out from within,
Trickling on my shaven face skin
As with my tongue I probe gently
The fleshy, parted-open vee.
 
Pressing into your parts my face,
I suck deeply of your wet place,
Your hands and thighs grip on my head
As you writhe, back stretched, on the bed.
 
Your moans reach to a crescendo,
Spurring me to strong libido.
Like aerial my part picks up,
I'm stiffened, ready for the tup.
 
Upon your flesh I prove a glutton,
Teasingly nibble the button.
I hear your calls, in ecstasy,
Of my name, bidding "Enter me!"
 
I lift my head up from your thighs
Which my shoulders apart do prise
And go forward, gently insert
My manhood, welcomed without hurt.
 
I push your calves up, they surround
My neck, as my thighs in yours ground.
My hands hold you down by the chest;
With one hand I rummage a breast.
 
Backwards and forth and in and out
I push myself, until my spout
Injects you with life giving seed
Which your pussy takes in with greed.