surround the item that seduces,
you to produce sweet lubrication
for our mutual exploration.
Your pulsing tongue
licks my clit all day long.My hands grasp the hardness
that your trousers possess.
my neck is collared.
You pull the chain
I feel the pain.
It feels first-class.
My clit is alive
Oh how it does thrive.
my fists are clenched.
You pull my hair
because you care.
I must wipe my tears.
I straddle your thighs
although it defies.
I will have my way.
But for now
I will bow.
You are man.
