We Should Be Lovers!

I've got it bad. I really do.
"It?" you ask.
Oh nobody.
Fuck! Gotta tell ya now don’t I?
Yarr, I want her so bad.
So bad it's good.

Her pants, her pants
Should be on the floor
And her orgasm
Flowing forth
Like a fountain
Of lusty love.

We should be lovers!
Like Christian sang,
to Mademoiselle Satine.
But!

She shall not meet such a tragic end,
No, she shall be immortal with me.
Like a Highlander,
Though without the hack ‘n’ slash.

My hands should be going through her hair
As she naps on my lap, contentedly smiling.
Aroused, I shall be and she now from her slumber;
Her mouth around my cock now.

To make love to me with her mouth,
She wants to do that.
I want her to do that, too.
Suck me dry, I need it!

To make love to each other,
We should be doing,
Slowly and passionately;
Hard and fast, kinks and vanilla:
Every way!

We should be enjoying
Each other’s bodies;
Kissing, sucking, nibbling,
Gently, quickly, with abandon!

We should be cultivating orgasms
Mutual ones, simultaneous ones
Strong ones, long ones
Wee ones, in-between ones.

Orgasms should be cultivated,
Needs should be met
With passion and grace
And loving charm.

Entangled, entwined, we fuck all night
Cumming once, cumming twice,
Enjoying carnal sins of the flesh
Cumming all fucking night long.

We dare not stop, for fear of
The drop that will ensue when
Our legs are rendered as jelly and our heads
Are mush, lust filled, spinning mush.

We should stop before we
Fuck ourselves to death
But we love each other so much
There are two bodies, but we are as one.