HIS FACE FITS

His face does fit;
on it I sit,
out of my kit,
his nose to clit

as he tongues me
intimately,
vaginally,
tasting honey
from the pussy.

Teasing the lips
between my hips,
in, out, he slips.
Soon, pussy drips,
out stick my nipps.

Though sat upon,
he sounds turned on
as I, forgone,
crave to be one.

From here I rise,
fixing his eyes,
sit on his thighs,
his size my prize.

He's had his sup.
His hands rise up,
my breasts to cup...
and then we 'tup'.