Guilty Pleasures Spicy Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Guilty Pleasures

Your fragrances, as vanilla sweets.
I can't wait to get you between satin sheets.
Smooth as your brown hair.
It Feels so good when I touch you down there.

Legs both spread eagle-wide.
Creamy chocolate slips inside.
Licking from flower to the taint.
I ride in gently, till you start to faint.

Bosom licked in a circular motion,
Until your dam bursts open like an ocean.
Let me slap you on your derrière to pull the trigger,
As I check out your gorgeous figure.

In pink caverns goes darken head.
So the shaft, let the blind is lead.
Holding you close, the dragon rises through.
The motions, I matched everything with you.

Grasping firmly, I am in your hand.
Spewing liquids, the cocoa man can stand.
Pumping as motions align to the orifice.
Squeezing firmly on your tight gluteus.

Your head lays upon my lap.
Princess is sweet and is now taking a nap.
Rubbing your bottom upon chocolate membe.
I had risen solidly from what I remember.

Great is the lap dance that you give.
In your womb, I want to live.
Infatuation is the reason why I love you so,
Please don't move before I go.

Bodies entwined heat warms my heart.
Stuck together, I want not to be apart.
Let me rub my tool between your chests.
Tongue crosses areolas on your breasts.

Moved to render fellatio.
Motions alter due to irrumatio.
How I fancy your gluteus maximus,
All while I give you cunnilingus.

I will do this without any hesitation.
So sweet our copulation.
Love's final consummation.
We engaged mutually in our interaction.

Canned goods have never been opened or entered.
The day to give glorious spender surrendered.
Will you ride Saint George in a state of nature?
Tensions release to a musical rapture.

Part II

This I do, and it's a fact.
Laying you down, tongue running down your back.
Spreading your genitalia as I sap you down.
Screaming you will when I go downtown.

While I am rubbing your brown hair,
Can I put my face down there?
My monster will grow as it goes in and out.
Face into the pillow, you can scream and shout.

Would you mind if we took an hour?
Could we also fornicate in your shower?
Can I stop and look at what you've got?
Can I stare silently at your joy spot?

Can I taste the vulva inside?
Can you pull it open wide?
Your legs will start to spasm.
At peak, you scream as you orgasm.