She carried with her oceans of goodness,

A sea of milk churned for my pleasure.

Her ambrosia from deep within, forged by my hunger. 

Her bed was my table.

And she would feed me both fine dining, and fast food.

As she opened her legs and I peeled her fruit, 

Skewering her, her moans cascaded from deep within, 

As she called out her menu of desires. 

Delicacies to tempt my palate both sweet and savoury

Her cherry blush nipples a perfect canapé

Exploding with taste on my tongue. 

Her entree, her swirling tongue, wrapping around my very soul,

Main courses range from the simple aromatic soul food, 

To multilayered delicacies, which tempt my palate.

Gladly she marinates my meat, and drives me deeper within

Offering fudge sundae, sprinkled with my cream, to wrap up our meal.

She alone can satisfy my hunger, lusts and  wants.