Whore at War

Laying on the bed with you,
My hands wonder up and down your body,
They get to know every inch...crevice,
Until your mind is disembody,
And as I kiss your neck,
Moans fleeing from your being,
I silence you with my hand to your throat,
No point in you agreeing,
With the thought in mind,
I drop our clothes... one by one,
My tongue explores your haven,
But I've only just begun,
I take my time with you,
Making sure that you enjoy,
I slide my finger in,
No need for all your toys,
As I flick my tongue,
Back and forth upon your clit,
You push my head down further,
No longer can you resist,
When I finish drinking,
The juices you have provided,
I get on top of you,
And start to slowly slide in,
With a pulsing motion,
I move in and out,
My hand returns to your throat,
Because you begin to shout,
I breathe heavily in your ear,
Unable to think properly,
We're almost at the climax, you say,
"Please don't stop baby..."
So I fasten up the pace,
At last I go much harder,
Until I fill you with my,
Running white stream of 'water',
And as we finish up,
You rub yourself some more,
Moaning you grasp my dick,
Looks like it's the second war...