Soaked Black pantie lace
Oh I hope I drift off to dreamland soon, I'm so hungry for my girl, I can't wait to find her, I'm desperate, she puts me in a whirl
I wonder what she's wearing, I hope it's made of soft Black lace, the thought of her in Black underwear, puts a grin upon my face
Showing glimpses of her skin, it hugs her shapely curves, it enhances her so beautifully as she sways and swerves
She looks so hot in Black lace, sexy bra and panties, they look lovely when they match, but I can still see her nipples and get glimpses of her snatch
In my dream I stroke her, I feel through the lace to skin, then I can pull aside the panties to see what lies within
I pull her panties to the side, there is her glistening Rose, sweet wafts of her sex, glides slowly up my nose
Damp panties are plain to see, they show a darkened spot, it shows my dream girls ready, she hungers for what I got
My tongue slides past her panties, her juice is so devine, I lick at her pussy slowly, I love to take my time
Each lap I try my best to give her cliterus a glancing flick, just brushing off it gently, usually does the trick
She will get frantic, then grind hard into my pussy drenched face, I savour the flavour in my beard and I love the feeling of her soaked Black pantie lace
THE KINKY POET