Penetration Poem by mike lamb

Tounges clash in battle as the nipples of your breast, protrude hard in pleasure waiting to posses.
The feel of my tounge as it works it way down, snatching off wet panties with out a sound.

Licking on your 'G' spot driving you insane as i catch my breath and hit that hot spot once again.
Your movements are conclussive to convulsions and fits,
as the sheets absorb all the sweat your body omits.

My tounge pulls away no remorse no dispair, as i run my left hand down the right side of your hair.
My 10 inch shaft finds the source of ya cream,
as you rake down my back with a low pitched scream.

Penetration is slow yet un-nerving with skill, as you wet your lips and whisper do with me as you will.
Tapping inner corners that men cant reach, lips respond squirting like a georgia peach.

Nails dig deep as your screaming and moaning, legs held high as your juices
start flowing.
No worries no stress just lust no pain, throw your ankles round my neck as i penetrate again......