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Nectar of the Gods
She’s tipsy and risky but she’s also feeling a little frisky,
She likes her some kink and I think it’s well deserved,
I’m excited because the flame inside of me is ignited,
She’s longing for a tongue lashing and it will be served.
She and I embrace with such a passion like it’s illicit lust,
Our tongues waltz and dance in some forbidden romance,
Our heavy breathing almost synchronized is characterized
By the way our bodies are yearning for one another in trance.
My hand reaches down swiftly and cunningly it’s pretty slyly,
Between her silky panties and creamy skin I find her sex is wet,
My fingers linger for a second and bring her fire a little higher,
Until she begs me to be between her legs because her mind is set.
I get down on my knees to please this voluptuous goddess,
To ease her aching as her legs are shaking like she’s about to faint,
I remove her knickers quicker than a stock ticker about to crash,
As my hands adore to explore her curves and make her feel quaint.
She falls on the bed with her legs wide open and words unspoken,
As I slither up her body with nothing but a bawdy and naughty intent,
My mouth traces every inch of her skin till she’s stirred and spurred,
I have lured her into my lair to satisfy her until she’s fully spent.
I’m ravenous, thirsty and voracious with a bit of savageness,
I’m ready to eat her out till she climaxes and shouts and crumbles,
I’m an animal, liable for vaginal devouring it’s almost cannibal,
I’m fucking hungry to eat her pussy until she stutters and mumbles.
She lifts her hips and grips the sheets as I caress and kiss her lady bits,
With my fingertips I split the lips and lick her clit till she drips and spritz,
My tongue flicks and dips into her pink then I drink and sip her sweet liquor,
It’s a mix of juice and spit with squirts and spurts to make her cum quicker.
She moans in pleasure as she soaks my face with the greatest treasure,
Her cum is the nectar of the gods with which I’m baptized in ritual and rite,
It’s a delight to hear her scream when she creams it’s the wettest dream,
As I lap her inner thighs while she lies quivering in the dark of the night.
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