Making Love to Her

As I unleash her thong,
Her twat sings a song,
The silky petals throbbing in delight.
My lips tugging slow,
Her juicy petals glow,
My meaty monster ready for the night.  

As she moans sweet and sweeter,
I hear her horny twitter,
My tongue tasting all the honey-dew.
The swollen bulge I feel,
A naughty little hill,
To lick and suck and chew.

“When shall you enter?” she whispers with a smile.
My shaft nods in consent, like a nasty projectile.
“I will, oh baby, dear, let me eat you out”,
“You make my pussy burning, it’s hot and wet and churning”
Her eyes keep confirming, her legs overturning,
“You are really slutty, there’s little doubt”.

I fill the moist gully between her fine legs,
Drilling rosy cavern giving all she begs,
My pole dancing deeper down the grabbing hole.
Digging fleshy soil with my hot and lusty plough,
Sowing seeds of love with a satisfying vow,  
As much as I can, and she can still allow.