Oh Sweet Mercy... He Gives Me Fever

Parting my buttocks    
The man of my dreams who has the key to my desires        
Mm... you know you love when you twist the key in this creamy lock        
Easing in and out savoring the flavor of that cherry        
Loving the feeling of making it gush when it softly pops... tasting the fountain of my g-spot        
Catching that stream of honey migrating to my asshole as it drips        
Oh yes…papi squeeze my cheeks and get up in all of this        
Mm.. I like the fascination of you putting a passion mark in my bare arm pit        
          
You are carnal’s lust enticing beginning        
I am rapture and ecstasy’s sweetest sensational ending        
Planting tiny kisses all over my apple bottom ass        
Leaning in to kiss my puckered anal gratification        
Knowing this feeling to remain docile will never last        
          
Turning me back around, lifting my leg, placing it on his knee        
What is the magic word to tease me, and no it’s not pleaseeee        
I love to watch when he strokes the length of his dick          
Advertising his towering width          
Once inside my sugary walls... thrusting in and out... then drawing his girth to the tip          
Legs in the air, easing back inside.. mmm.. the craving to appease in the glide          
The sound of pasting creaminess coating him in bliss        
Pounding deeper and deeper inside the slickness of my halo butter rum abyss        
          
Fingering myself then smearing his lips        
Bending my head downward a kiss to his small pee-pee slit        
Stooping down to my knees, sandwiching his erection between the mounds of my breasts        
Oh yes… you like that… up and down the length, my mouth, keeping the taut skin wet        
          
Standing me up… then hoisting my body in the air        
Legs to the sides of his muscular thighs        
Mm... he is eye level to taste the sticky strands of my pussy hairs        
Lifting my foot up, and placing it over your shoulder, setting the sole on the back of the chair        
Cupping my buttocks, pulling my hips forward, my cunt greeting your mouth        
Head thrown back, you know what weakens me, once you get all up my creamy South          
Taking a sniff, his nostrils all up in my whiff        
Inhaling me all in after a quick lick        
          
The wall palmed, my fetish needs to be tenderly consoled        
Sinking a tad lower, V-shaping the lips of my soft folds        
If there ever was a Hymn for falling under his orally ministrations his tongue is the worshipping song        
Gyrating my hips, circling my cunt against his face        
Palming the back of his head, no breathing room, my pelvis giving him no space        
Oh… yes… oh baby… lic… lick it right there        
Pinching my nipples, moaning, French epithets echoing without a care        
Mm… his tongue scaling deeper        
He is mon bel amant definitely a sure keeper        
          
Bringing me to the edge          
Making me climax all over his face, panting as I lose it when I beg        
My fingers snaking down, blending in his cunnilingus sensations while he tastes his creamy fate        
Licking the honey dew off my fingers, then smearing it all over my chest        
Knowing his mouth with savor the flavor of me from off my nipples        
Once he touches me, whispers my name, he needs to taste me, getting me soaked, ready, and wet        
Oh, sweet mercy yes… I love the way his desires inside me pelt        
From midnight until the sunrise the last caress of his rapture is always felt