YOUR PLEASURE IS MY DELIGHT

Your pleasure is my delight,    
it's the point of my excite      
that I want to bring to you      
when we do the things we do.      
     
I bring out the crown treasure    
for your visual pleasure.    
I tickle, make you giggle    
as out of clothes we wriggle.    
      
First I'll fool around down south,      
with your pussy in my mouth,      
probe with finger and with tongue,      
not caring if we are sprung.      
 
I lingeringly suck-kiss  
your tumescent clitoris.  
I sense the waves of pleasure  
radiate from this treasure.  
   
Round my head your hips' writhing  
greets my snake tongue's arriving,  
your pussy's ground in my face  
while my head's hand held in place.  
       
When I taste first overflow      
I have stirred in you below,      
then I'm ready to bring more      
of myself into your core.      
       
As you're lain upon the bed,      
ankles pushed beyond your head,      
let me bring my heated tool,      
dip it in your honey pool.      
       
As your legs twine round my waist      
I let you my wet face taste      
as I bury deep in you      
my manhood's length straight and true.      
       
Each other's mouths we will eat      
while I press your passion seat      
with each in- and outward thrust      
till my balls are fit to bust.      
       
As I pump in you my cream      
I'll hear your ecstatic scream      
in that last great overflow,      
last resistance you let go.