Panning for Gold

In the darkness tonight
I miss the nipples orbs I kissed
your curvaceous ass in tryst
so nice to hold to in the darkness tonight
I miss the nipples orbs I kissed
your curvaceous ass in tryst
so nice to hold to tight
your fine sweet sex
perfumed my face, my nose, my neck
my lips, my cheek
my organ erect, I tried to speak
I could not wait
excitement expressed in haste
a rapid conflagration
beyond mere flirtation
tight and wet you let
me fill your virgin space
and then again my face
returned to that sacred place
as if panning for gold
my head you tightly held
and then you came
a nectar sweet as rain
to fill the throat parched
as on a desert marched
your fine sweet sex
perfumed my face, my nose, my neck
my lips, my cheek
my organ erect, I tried to speak
I could not wait
excitement expressed in haste
a rapid conflagration
beyond mere flirtation
tight and wet you let
me fill your virgin space
and then again my face
returned to that sacred place
as if panning for gold
my head you tightly held
and then you came
a nectar sweet as rain
to fill the throat parched
as on a desert march