Every Turn

I love to turn sir on and make him want
Me more than anything - he needs my lips
Aligned against the moisture of a cunt,
That becomes wetter still, once my tongue slips
Between the plump, pink folds; each so desires
My master's cock, as does my own tight hole;
I know he'll need them both as he lights fires
Of threesome amours that excite his soul;

He says it turns him on to see delight
In both our eyes, as he makes to approach;
He loves the taste of us; it re-ignites
Sweet needs and dreams, fine fantasies and hopes;
And, all of these combined, just make him burn
His way deep into us at every turn.