My Delicious Niece

She floated down to my waiting lap
Like a fluffy falling dainty gentle scarf
I was visiting her, my lovely luscious niece
An angel, nubile full and deliciously nice
An eighteen-year-old lithe and rare prize
Soft, bold, effervescent, and merrily wise
She bathed me in her pellucid eyes
And my ego in her presence fades and dies
Her rosy lips my blushing cheeks seek
The silken lips are bold and yet meek
I am melting, trembling, and very weak
They settle on my thirsting mouth
To suck the nectar, before turning south
My supple neck is claimed by her mouth
Nimble fingers open slyly my shirt button
‘My darlings, my deity, the twin girls wanton,’
The lips kiss my swell, from the valley to the peak
‘My refuge, my dream, the glory that I seek,’
I hear her sigh, soul to soul we piously speak.
Her hands and lips love my tits and squeak
I wander on a plain of myriad winsome joy
My body is her blithe and handsome toy
My breasts squirm and scream for more
We have glued a pair of dreams of passion
We are fused, breast and lips sans reason
I quiver and swoon and die into her vice
‘My love, my pride, idols of my growing days,’
She claims my tits, and I fall to a daze.
I know how her wonderous lips would tease
My open thighs and merrily squeeze
Dregs of nectar from my lovely musky twat
When I sit up, spread my legs and squat.
Oh, my demure, tasty, ravenous niece
You make my moments charged and freeze.