There is a Place

There is a place in cyber space, for erotic fantasy.
Deep underground is where I've found, the place I want to be.
Poems from my own experience or imaginary rhyme.
It may only be a tryst or a coupling for all time

Some poets write of romance, others just of one time flings
Some only hint of action, others tell of everything
I, myself, prefer the everything, where I tell you all I want
Of dicks and balls, and tits and ass, and tight and juicy cunt

Of fellatio and cunnilingus, the most pleasant ways to dine
Cocks and pussies, in opposing mouths, the very best of sixty-nine
Of clitoral stimulation with my tongue and with my lips
As she's kissing down my penis, sucking the balls between my hips

Sometimes, when the time is right, oral sex is all that goes
Her mouth feels right around my cock, her asshole's on my nose
My mouth and fingers working, spreading her labia aside
My tongue is flicking on her “G”, I can taste her flowing tide

My face is wet, and you can bet, she sucks to make me cum
I'm holding back, for her command, tongue moving to her bum
She shivers and she quivers as she's spraying in my face
Her hand is working with her mouth, my cock is keeping pace

She pauses for a moment, speaks the words I long to hear.
“I'll take your load, now, anytime, and will drink it all, my dear”
She was jerking ever faster, as she was sucked upon my root
I felt my pecker pulsing and my semen start to shoot

My face was getting wetter, for she was still cumming yet
I felt no cum upon my balls, as she drank all of my jet
Somehow, I got off of the subject, of how I found this place
Deep underground is where I am, with her gism on my face