He kissed his way from breast to breast
Bouncing my two perfect nipples under his tongue
Feeling them wrinkle in response.
He let his hand go over my soft belly to my sex
Felt a wetness there that set his head to reeling.
He had to stop, gasping, as I stroked his hair.
He placed two of his sculptor's fingers
into me and inhaled my moan.
His thumb slid through my slippery folds,
looking for the pearls
Moan turned to cry as he found it,
and muscles deep inside my wet and frigid inside
clenched hard around his fingers.
He placed a steady, rhythmic pressure
on my clit and watched as my breasts flushed as red,
rise and fall, my lame body started to shake.
Deep inside we made circles with each other,
and when it was time to cum,
I went all the way with him to the promise land,
of milk and honey and pussy juice, that birthed him.


THE END