The riding game
One knee by my left cheek the other knee against the right, you slide into position so I can eat out your hole tonight
Up close and personal, I can see your wetness through your lace, it would seem you're as eager as i am, to climb upon my face
Your sex smells just like a Rose, I pull your red lace panties to the side, exposing your perfect pussy and the juices held inside
My thumbs part your petals, I take the first slow long lick, my blood rushes from my heart, it gathers in my dick
I lap your pussy as you grind, your juices run all down my face, we blend with perfect synchronicity, we keep the perfect pace
My face is like your saddle, you are going on a sexual ride, you push down then pull up as my tongue dives deep inside
We started at a controlled trot, then a cantor now we're galloping at full speed, my tongue goes into overdrive, to give you what you need
Head tossed back you scream and moan, as you cum you call my name, then you slide down onto my cock to continue our riding game
THE KINKY POET