If This World Were Mine

Oh, sweet Lord, can you make me any hotter than this  
Every rippled muscle, every series of poetic words makes me drool  
To close my eyes, allowing you an invite into my sweet nectar that can only be found inside the lips of this aroused woman’s eagerness to be teased  
Ahhh...yes, the feel of my thighs against your face as you insatiably sup from me  
My fingers snaking through every strand on your hair with every tug, urging the plight of my debauchery to be fulfilled, pleased  
In the throes of glory, my body waiting patiently for me to satisfy you with the staining of my dripping juices  
 
The tip of your tongue worship in the savoring of that butter rum flow, mmm.. go ahead.. sniff it..ooo... did I say you can lick it  
Craving me in the midnight hour...your scented letter reaching my door...before the dusk of dawn  
If I do invite you to my bed, with no panties on, freaky dancing for you gyrating to my nasty song.. ooo.. just how long... are you willing to hold that stream for me, before I make you serve my desires on bent knees  
 
Would you be patient until I peak to the crest of my crown  
pushing you head even farther down  
My agonizing moans executed with each touch, surrendering my will in glory  
Your tongue inside my cunt taking slow inventory  
Marinating my mind, my body juiced infused for the trickling  
Mmmm…sinking inch by inch... my body jerking among the sweetest flinch  
Submerging deeper drowning in the plummet, oh.. you taste that honey cuisine ...as it slowly runs. wishing for the flavor of my cream  
Bathe your face in my sweetness, the tip of your tongue wiggling my clit  
Sweet mercy, your letter caressing my skin with the touch of bliss  
 
Can I close my eyes and think of us in a faraway dream of reminisce  
Oh... yes…I feel that, my legs parting giving you greater access, to fog the opening of my slit  
Your tongue probing deeper, oh sweet mercy, palming your head, mmm… ooo…taste that... yes right there... forget everything I just said  
Do me baby.. let your words be the pretense of you  
My fingers you imagine tasting, from playing with my sweeten cunt, staining it with the essence of its dew  
 
Oh yes… don’t stop, smashing my breasts, ahhh...  
Weakening for more until the fire in my silken passage cries for relief  
Hissing... clenching my teeth  
Did you go to school to learn this...mm.. it feels so good when you French kiss my slit, then lip my clit  
Would I then let you go, or make you stay and serve me on these rumpled sheets  
Swirling your fingers past my hairy mound... slipping it inside for a gyrating ride...the need of you, wanting you where lust cannot hide until fireworks explode deep inside  
 
Crawling up between my legs  
Begging you to bury your hard-pulsating erection to the very core, to fill me  
Stretching me, pleasing me for as long as I would allow you  
And when at last, where would you want your creamy load to reside handsome