Like a powerful lioness, amongst the pride

That stalked the savannah for her prey,

With deep blue eyes, fixated upon the prize.

A morning wood so thick and juicy

That’s impossible to resist, temptation

Drool gathers at the corners of her mouth

And pools upon her chin, that drips upon the ground.

Slowly, instinct kicked in and crawled seductively forth,

Nipples, grazed along muscular thighs, towards the prize

Possessed by the wanton need, for his morning dew.

Fingers like talons, grip around the meaty shaft

And pulled towards her waiting mouth,

A flicker like a snakes tongue upon the mushroom

Saltiness, like sherbet, tickled the tastebuds.

Ruby red lips, part and engulfs the thick timber,

Like a vampire, she sucks away his life essence

But it wasn’t blood she’s after. Instead, she wanted double cream.

She worked him like a cherry popsicle, to get her reward

A ring of red left at the core, each time he hit her throat

A thick white cream filled her mouth and oozed down her chin,

She savoured every last drop, of his early morning dew.