I lie between your thighs.
You raise your knees for me
And cock your hips as well,
To show me what you need.

I look up at your eyes
And happily I see
The face of lust itself
Rejoicing in my greed.

I slide down to the prize.
Your pussy could not be
More tempting, hot, or wet!
I carefully proceed.

I listen to your cries
Of “Please! Be good to me!”
And smile because I know
Just where those pleas will lead.

I feel my own lust rise.
We both know that I’ll be
Attending to your cunt.
(No mincing words, indeed!)

I lick your lips and prise
Them open, where I see
And feel and taste the nest
That holds your precious bead.

I notice that your sighs
Of passion now are free
Of self-restraint and come
At ever-faster speed.

I plunge my tongue, its size
Now grown with urgency
To match my cock, which wants
To spew out all my seed.

I drink the juice that lies
Within your sweet and spicy
Cunt! And then I lick
You madly with such need

I cannot stop! I seize
This opportunity
To drink and eat you up!
And still I must concede

I need to have it all!
I pass my tongue above
Your labia to bite
Your clitoris, your bead

Of love and lust and madness
And frenzy that obliterates
The careful planning that has gone into
Making you go wild.
I can’t stop eating you and drinking in your scent
And rubbing my face against your cunt!

You are thrusting yourself into my face
And my tongue and my teeth
And then my fingers thrust themselves
Into your cunt where you grip them with the vise
Of your cunt harder than it is possible to do
Except when the heat is on you
As it is now and as it is with me.

And finally you burst into flame and fireworks and the roaring sea and you weep and thrash
From side to side. I cannot let you go, I must have every bit of the thunder and lightning that
I’ve forced into you and out of you and I must ride the storm.
You are the storm. I must ride the storm.
You are the storm. I must ride the storm.
You are the storm.

…

At last I realize
The roaring of the sea
Has passed. We are at rest,
No hunger left to feed.