Her pussy...

.......i told her her pussy was like poetry
then i began to explain that world scholars would try to describe its power in vain..
she creates her own showers and when i try to go down and claim, i slide right off as if i hydroplane....i don't try to hide a strain, a look off sheer unequated pleasure, if she screams i deem to hold that position forever, an audience of two and we applaud as our bodies hit together.
each touch seems to be better than the prior, as she makes it grab me as if its insertion were dire, her perversion's mixed with fire and it can only inspire, one's mind to wonder how he can make the intensity of this moment rise any higher. her eyes cry liquid fire after each individual eruption, she arches her back through her shoulders and grinds through it as if it was nothing. that's her power, she doesn't deviate from her mission, a fierce sexual being that likes to osculate as you switch from position to position. you have to make sure your posture's straight, her body will speak you have to listen, you must be sure making her orgasm a roar is your only disposition. being trapped amongst her thighs is absolutely the sweetest prison and as your tried there you'll reside there happy to sever her every sentence. I'm assured that she will bring about the fall of all that is mundane and contrite but I'm rendering her poetry right so that will have to be the next readers plight....goodnight