The Beard Revered

"He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it." (Cardi B)

Even to see it makes her writhe and sigh,
And yearn to feel it squeezed between each thigh.
Her twat begins to moisten as she stands
And comes to you with ready, willing hands.
She strokes it gently with one hand, then guides
Your hand to fondle her just as she slides
Her other hand to stroke your other head
And ready you to pleasure her in bed.
Atop the bed, she thrusts your mouth beneath
Her skirt, then pleads with you to use your teeth
To tear away her panties and reveal
Her pleasure center and to make her squeal.
The tickle of its bristles on the lips
Of her sweet coochie makes her rock her hips.
Your tongue work wets her pussy through and through,
Which action makes her cunt dispense for you
A glaze to coat the whiskers that surround
Your mouth as both of you emit the sound
Of pure orgasmic bliss and dreams fulfilled
Until you two lie drenched and deeply thrilled.