With open arms, you fully expose and bear yourself to me,
Which makes me sit for a moment, in reflection of your words of,
"Uncover me,
With your words,
Hands,
Breath,
Kiss,
Stroke,"
And my reply is, I accept, what has been given to me...
Given to me,
Is the softness of the hue, of your milk chocolate stained flesh,
That has eased up to me as I sit in this chair while cherishing
your offerings of thick curvy hips, round heavy breast, luscious suckling lips,
And round flesh of buttocks, that dare you to hold them
Given to me,
Is your womanly fragrance, that pleasantly ease through my nostrils,
Enticing my being,
Exciting my soul,
Inflaming the fruit of my loins,
Causing my man-flesh to swell and throb uncontrollably in your presence
Given to me is,
Your throne, of moist pink softness,
Your throne, that is going to envelop my man-flesh with secured tightness,
Your throne, that will squeeze the living, giving, life of white substance from my loins
Lower thyself on my lap and bare witness of me,
Taking what has been given,
To do as I please,
When I please,
What I please,
How I please,
And my please, is to slowly deflower your throne,
While leaving you residue of___
Now, let your body slowly descend down the hard impalement between my thighs,
Feel its bare head slowly open up your flower, as it descends into your wet darkness,
Feel its penetration of first; grasp your senses, with intensified sharp sensations,
Feel its girth squeeze out the nectar, that lubricates your throne walls,
Feel it slowly fall inside you, filling your empty space with full-blown hard manly flesh,
Feel its girth; open up your throne walls, ever wider,
Feel its reach, reach to your farthest depths,
Feel its smooth, round, swollen head; pulsate on your cervix,
Feel your throne walls collapse, and envelop my man-flesh completely
Given to me,
Is your body, that rise upward, on every gyration of my hips,
Given to me,
Is the pink tip of your towering swollen nipple, for my lips to deeply suckle, while your body rise and fall on my lap,
Given to me,
Is the softness of your touch, as your fingertips gently wash over the flesh of my back,
Given to me,
Is the passion of your moans, as they articulate into the vastness of the air that surrounds us,
Given to me,
Are your deep groans, as my hips gyration pull my man-flesh slowly out to the tip of your throne opening, then with urgency, slam it back down its wet slippery center...
Given to me,
Is the perfect swing of your hips, as they sexually dance on my lap, causing excruciating pleasure to rush into my man-flesh core,
Given to me,
Are deep swings of your hips, as your voice softly whimpers out my name,
Given to me,
Is the deep inward curve of your back, as your body rides ever deep on mine,
Given to me,
Is the feel of your body trembling helplessly in the grasp of my close arms, as releases of orgasmic waves consumes not only your sex, but also your being...
Taken, is my scream, as my loins burst while ejaculating my hot white seed into the throne you have given to me,
Taken, is my white seed, as your hips gyrate with measure precision, milking every last drop of my loins substance,
Taken, are my whispers of love, that I give from me, to you
