Loinfyre

Your tongue wrestling mine, between our glued-together lips,
Thrusting into ecstasy, losing control of our hips.
Burning up in a storm of lust, fuelled by a love so deep and unknown,
It's poetry in motion, every thrust, whisper and moan.

Our friction creating an untamed fire, ravaging our souls,
Desperate grinding into each other with no rational goals.
Can it be called a high, when there is never a low?
Be it quick romps of passion, or hours when juices flow.

Every glorious inch of you, is a feast for the eyes and tongue,
Your warm, wet depths a paradise, welcoming how I'm hung.
Spreading you open is like losing myself in pleasure,
Making you cum again and again brings me joy without measure.

Impossible as it may be, I need you to try
Wrapping yourself around me, and milking me dry.
Vulgar, demented fucks become sweeter than making love,
And for every fiery moment of it, I thank the stars above.

Your eyes, lips, tits and butt, have turned daddy into a slut.
Add your lust and kinks into the mix, and we have a fairytale of smut.