Craving Cock

Don Abdul©

Lying there all night Itching for the touch, feeling tingly and tight It’s been months on end Yet not a single cock to tend

Oh, how she aches in her core Praying, wishing to feel the thickness once more The length, the girth together kicking in her hand The pulse launching her into orbit, then back to land

Oh goodness, the smooth strength of the head As it parts the tightness of her throat The glorious rush of Ughhhh!!! As it navigates her spread Setting her sensual boat afloat

How it stands tall and proud Nodding its confidence in silence so loud Looming like the turret of a tank Covering her womanhood from every flank Heightening her moans, love cries and all Louder and louder her mating call

Responding she takes a steep dive Head-on for her overflow, a kamikaze plane Her dream so vivid, it’s clearer than live Though he bruises her every hole, she feels no pain

Crossing her thighs, pinching her rock hard nipples From her entrapped toy, spreading ripples Cumming again and again, yet never quite the same Tired of make-believe, sick of plastic game For deep inside is her freak that she must unlock By satisfying her craving for a live cock