Valhalla

Valhalla

Oh to be a Viking warrior to do anything I'm hungry for, I'd drink, I'd fight and throw axes, pillage and find a whore

I want to tear your clothes off, then drag you too the floor, force you to take me passed painted lips, I won't wait no more

Wrap my fingers tight in your hair, use your mouth as my fuck, crash my balls off your chin, order you to suck

Take you like I were Viking, ravenous, wild and free, force you to do my bidding, you're, hear just to satisfy me

Such a waste of pretty Red lace undies but my needs they must be met, I ram my fingers in you, you're already nice and wet

I pull my cock out your mouth, your face down on the floor, I place my weight upon you, I own you, you're now a Vikings whore

My mouth close to your ear, as I whisper dirty sleazy things, all my nasty sexy dreams and the pleasures that they'll bring

Now I drag you to your knees, the carpet will leave a burning mark, you whimper slightly in pain, that makes my hunger spark

My throbbing cock meets your juicy slit, they fit like hand in glove, I begin to fuck you hard and fast, long gone are thoughts of love

I ride you like a mad man, you buck like you're a thoroughbred mare, harder faster pounding, for reins I grab your hair

Juices seep from you, you beg me to make you cum, I push a little harder, as I fuck I slap your bum

You try to stifle your screams worried someone will hear, I tell you just let go, I don't care if they are near

Screams of pleasure come from you, you begin to curse and swear, you're sounding quite aggressive, it means you're nearly there

I think you think you're now in charge, telling me what to do, I slow down and take a pause, to show that I own you

With the balance of power reinstated, I begin to pick up pace, you try to control your mouth, that puts a smirk across my face

Soon you are cumming it's rare to fuck without a kiss but I was so hungry, I just needed sexual bliss

Now I've ruined your little hole, my sexual anger has emptied deep inside, you are full of both our cream and Viking in me has died

He's gone to feast in Valhalla, with Odin and the Mighty Thor, you are now my Queen again and not a Viking whore

I wrap you up in my arms, we kiss then it's shower time and bed, I rain soft kisses down on you, I'm left with a poem in my head

Ron