|Quiet hunger smolders deep in her eyes,
My lascivious lady with liquid lips,
And musky treasures are promised as prize
When she gets my prick at her fingertips.
Her velvet skin and her soft pubic curls,
Her bounteous breasts with raspberry nips
Deny existence of all other girls
When, wanting me, she seductively strips.
I ache as I watch her and reason dies.
My hardening pecker in passion rips
Loose in response to her hot, humid sighs:
I can't hold back (my sanity slips).
At last we mingle our clamoring cries
And I spend all my life between her thighs!