Her Wet Bloom

Poetry pants as pleasure's warm perfume
trickles from her seductive rippled sighs.
"Please take me hard, sweet poet, from behind?"
Her request is pondered then smoothly plucked.

Flicked over with gracious style her wet bloom
is displayed before generous blue eyes,
the world's magical currents are refined
as her beautiful warmth's violently cooked.

Sensual screams bounce moans around the room,
a treasure chest heaves as his thick full-size
pounds rhythm directly into her mind,
a high class lady devours rough conduct.

Heavenly flutters of wild wings consume
while she sets light to all of her fast cries,
his flight of starlight is quickly streamlined,
he pulls language out and waits to be sucked.