A little lust poem
my mouth, so wet
needing to take your goodness
into my depths
“I’m ready!” screams my body
“I need you inside of me!” screams my soul
How long this ache, this hunger
has been with me is untold.
And then she comes
gliding slow
with her
she brings my joy
my want
my need
I paid for it, dammit!
Does she always come so slow?
What a poor habit.
Moist center
lovely brown
creamy top
I can’t wait to go down
At last she is here
and all is well
This brownie bottom sundae
is my path to hell.
