Our Love Is Purest Hour Poem by oio ZIGA

Let my lips tantalize your taste bud,
As I sit and grind atop your face.
Let me wrap around and caress your length,
While you succulently are graced.
My body moves to the rhythm of your thrusts,
Cum spiraling from the depths of our bliss.
Clench my nipples as I ride and moan,
Your essence I will surely miss.
Our love is a grand tour of our soul and body,
Your nectar I shall gladly devour.
My milk shake shall be sweet upon your tongue,
For our pleasure and love is purest hour.