The Bell of Heaven

I’d like to nuzzle the wooly hair
On the other side from your derriere
Then drop to where your lips do flare
As if in answer to my prayer
Then within my tongue would slip
In from where the honey drips
As inside my heart does flips.
Soon I’ll kiss you on your mouth,
As I pole you in your south.
The softness of your breasts is thrilling,
As down below ‘you’ I am filling
With my cock, then with my come,
Like the bell of heaven being wrung.