Butterfly man

She's called him her butterfly man,  
Yet, she is happy none are aware,  
Nor does she dare to let understand  
The things his tongue could do down there.  
   
Oh, how she wants him down there again,  
Though their affair has gone way south.  
She craves that same orgasmic chain,  
Done by the butterfly from his larva of mouth.  
   
Each night she remembers and quivers,  
His butterfly mouth on those pussy lips.  
The pleasure the man and his tongue delivers,  
And how her honeypot pussy yearns and drips.  
   
Butterfly tongue fluttering busy in pussy  
Her fingers can't better nor can she regret  
The way her gold nectar exploded in juicy...  
Orgasmic pulsations she cannot forget.  
   
Her butterfly man and his tongue butterflies,    
They also enjoyed teasing her on the ass.  
She'll never forget her silky-smooth thighs...  
Round his hairy legs like some soft pleasure grass.  
   
As the butterfly danced and licked her love button,  
She throbbed with abandon and lost self-control.  
He then proceeded to thrust his long hard-on,  
To have his cum filling her warm lusty soul.