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Mm...My Sweet Poetess, Pour It All Over This Queen Bee

Mm..my sweet poetess you come flying all up in my beehive    
Looking down at my Cartier, it’s only a quarter after five    
Tits looking inviting, oh yes flashing me with no panties on      
Waiting for this Queen Bee to sex you, and then keep your body warm      
Creeping between my thighs      
My whore for the night, my watch, on my time      
      
Sniffing the aura of your Queen Bee, pleasure felt to the highest degrees      
You see me buzzing all over the place, handsome ones submitting unto my tease      
You want to feel the seduction behind my enchanting words      
Passion for us, ecstasy for you until the tweeting of the morning birds      
Mm…my poetic fantasies kissing all over your supple skin      
On your knees you go, parting my rose garden, tasting the juicy fruit of my divine sins      
     
Oh, my sweet poetess... feeling the craving of this Queen Bee      
The honey pour, the smear to my clit, just as alluring to your mouth as it please      
Shhh…bondage my sweetness, you wanted to know      
The fountain of my pussy taste staining your tongue as it rows, swallowing the floodgate, getting addicted to that butter rum flow      
Sharing in the depth of my lucid mentality      
Desire and Lust the flip side of my tongue’s duality      
     
That’s right my sweetness go ahead and clench your thighs      
Legs over my shoulders, a whisper of downy hairs, oh my      
Pants of my pleasure from the feast of my carnal surprise      
Arching your back as my tongue inside your pussy slips and slides      
      
Call out my name your filthy little whore      
Got you breathless, squeezing your breasts, begging for more      
Flipping you over, ass in the air      
Yanking back that silken brunette hair      
Tell me you want it      
The tip of my strap on, tantalizing  up and down your clit      
Pleading for one more lick      
Mm… fingering your asshole, the pussy, oh yes, a soaked slit      
     
Anal and pussy warming oil      
Don’t move, yanking your hair tighter for such a sweet toil      
Mm…not bad as I dart the tip of my toy in your cunt’s sighing songs      
Hearing you whimper, then softly moan      
The friction of my pelvis meeting your buttocks is turning this Queen Bee on      
Licking up your dipped spine      
Lifting a bottle, tipping it over, my tongue catching the streams of wine      
Nested inside the crack of my lust, all mine      
Parting to snake the length even deeper fulfillment you shall always find      
       
My strap on, marinating inside your gripping wet      
Palming your hips, fucking you unmercifully as if we’ve never met      
Slapping that ass, my welts will be the ones remembered and felt      
Driving you over the edge, pleasing you while inside your bushy nest      
       
Oh God your pussy is so right, so tight      
Thirsty for my quenching until dawn’s early light      
Mm…my sweet poetess I feel you bucking, cresting, eyes rolling back, then creaming      
Your fingers traveling down to your wet cunt, asking me while I’m stirring inside your pussy are you dreaming      
That good to you, so it may seem      
You wanted a taste of me and my sinful games      
Tsk…tsk, no regrets, or anger, found in this salacious dame      
Surrendering unto the sensations allowing this sweetkittycat to tame      
       
When I’m done with my sweet pretty treat      
Paraded tears of joy, my loving, you shall always climax upon my greet      
Is my pretty whore satisfied?      
Hugging your tits, thinking of another poem for another tongue ride    
When the moon is high our ties shall bind      
Mm… I know I got your pussy all wet, body still riding on endorphins, while sedated      
My softer stings marking you… mmm, now wondering why you ever waited      
Signed Queen Bee
SweetKittyCat5
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 21st May 2019
Author's Note
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what’s in a name?

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