Illegal

While you don’t notice, I look hard at you.
You smell illegal rising from my sex.
And dare not make eye contact not you too,
Fuck, not the way we are & how we flex.

I lock onto you with a sonar blip,
That resonates & ripples through your cock.
Instead of pearls that glisten from the tip,
The precum hasn’t room to go: soaked crotch.

There isn’t need for tease we know it’s bad,
Your crave of oral twenty-four you would.
Yet tease is what makes it the best I’ve had,
I can’t help wanting it when it’s so good.

And now, the point of no return is near.

You’re fast upon me, lay me back & duck,
With fingers pulling wide my fleshy lips.
Your mouth draws on my labia - you suck,
Your nose is up against my clitoris!

Before I go delirious, a thought,
Just as your fingers fill both holes in pairs:
A tease might shorten oral might it not?
But I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care!!