Cravings

Weeping moistened folds, fresh as morning dew. Tenderness inside, becoming one and one with you.

Eating out can be quite nice, such a luscious taste. As passion starts to rise, I love to see your face.

Two hearts are one, oh the fun, a little lust can bring. A birth of new beginnings, remember what we did in spring?

Caressing deep within, the fires of the flesh. Redolent scent of sex. The air ‘tis quite fresh.

Unity does unite, for this statement is of the truth. One and one two lovers cum drinking from the fountain of the youth.

Night brings lovers lust, the same is true of dusk. Mornings are horny. Noon catches poon. Though quite lassitude, lovers won’t yawn at the dawn.

Trees of wood stand erect and firm. With flowers it isn’t so. A flower needs to be nurtured in and out and also to and fro. Rub the bud ‘till the seedling pops out, remember to give it water to. When the flower begins to moisten, she starts to sing to you. Now you must begin to plow, in and out is of no small task. Let all your flowers blossom first, save the best for last.

Sex is nature and it’s pure. It is dirty, it is raw. Indulge your heart in lust is the nature of the law. Always pursue carnality, follow your desires. Thus you feel the hot embrace of the lusty fires. Chasing after sex can really be quite a game. Pussy is best left wild, it isn’t yours to tame. When it comes to sex, a man knows the thrill of the hunt. Consider this my ode to you, my dear and sweet wet cunts.