WANT A FEAST?

You are a ravenous sexy beast:
a bit's not enough, you want a feast.
As upon a table I am laid,
my sweetmeats of love to you displayed.

Taste the sweet wine my lips with yours share,
like bee tongue tip in honey down there.
Bite upon the plump pendulous fruit
on the top half of my birthday suit.

Go over cheeks of my steaky rump
and line of my ribs before you hump.
Before the straight knife in me you stuff,
let me feel your mouth eating my muff.