YOU ARE BABBLING (SHORT STORY SETTING)

You are babbling, as I'm grappling with your body  on top of me, occupying all the timing that you'd swore would spend in lonehood. Why be lonely in walls homely, when I could bring  some livening?          
            
My attraction proved distraction, thus hijacking your relaxing, led you astray into the hay, gave you handful of life manful.  Such diversion brought inversion of your senses, pierced defences.            
        
All the kissing you'd been missing you greedily took orally. (As well as on your bare person, lavished freely, made you squealy.) Hands worked around your curves soon found where you enjoyed touches employed.    
            
You were willing, I fulfilling  more than you'd dreamed, in joy you screamed.  At the supreme  moment, our cream mingled in your aching fissure.          
            
While on our backs after climax, your praise heightened for night brightened. Bit of whoredom banished boredom, satisfied you as none else do.        
        
You would not let me go home yet; you had me stay 'til dawn next day. So you're sleeping  in the keeping of arms round you, made warm duo.