Two and Me Make Three

I gaze them, hypnotized as lips join
rivers flow towards my sea
hips press sweetly
slices of warm bread
as nippled peaks
mesh together

Low moans rise to crescendos
a sexual symphony of audio love
soft hands caressing curves
I am the fuel feeding their fire

Slowly they approach me
milky tones of silken skin
covering me in pleasure domes
of sweet scented femininity

They paint my face in peach sauce
the warm honey of a
thousand schoolboy dreams
my tongue becomes a prisoner
of their intense desires

My cannon now at full tilt
as the Alpha in me awakens
my lava flows from tight balls
into the pulsating palace
of my needy loins
before my volcano
erupts and spills
white pearl beads
across the sweet lands
of their precious,
wanton, valleys