FLING AROUND

It started with lip brushes to your mouth
graduated down neck, breasts, navel, south
to that seat of sexual gravity
where first my head, then my manhood will be.
kissing up-down both sides of landing strip
then my tongue like snake inside you does slip.
As into your pussy my face I ground,
you wildly fling your long legs around,
and between your thighs squeezing on my head,
Your knees and feet push the sheets off the bed.

My lips and tongue pleasuring you deep
until from the cunni honey does seep.
I suck and lick like a honey bee
in a flower that has opened up fully.
My arms hold your body down on bed.
I'm not going to fuck until I am fed.
All the the time I feel myself get harder
You ain't seen nothing yet of my ardour.
I hear you frantic calling me to stop,
uncontrollably giggling, 'til you pop.

Brushing front with my face I leave a trail
to above your breasts like a crawling snail,
bring my thighs ever closer to yours
until tip rubs on clit, then there's a pause
as I digest your smile and look of your eyes
that signals you're opening wide your thighs.
I dip my rod in the ocean of you
until the full length of me pierces through.
I thrust, knocking on the door of your womb
until orgasmic cries fill the bedroom.