The Creampie
 

THE CREAMPIE

I love to see her lounging
With her legs spread wide apart
Where the climax of our love
Drips from where her legs do part.

The essence of our love.
Is a white and creamy lotion,
White and pure and tempting,
A sign of our devotion.

With her soft and gentle movements,
The lotion forms its stream,
Inviting me to taste it,
It’s like a splendid dream.

I lean down close and touch her,
With the tip of my anxious tongue,
And slowly caress the lips,
All coated with our cum.

Her breathing gets more rapid;
She presses up to me;
Invites my tongue to probe her
Delightful majesty.

It’s like dinner at a five-star,
Where two chefs prepared the meal
A feast that’s beyond lovely
For it’s based on loves own seal.

I couldn’t help but just continue
My dining there that night,
And felt her anxious breathing
And her portal closing tight.

I finished up the dinner,
When her hips shook violently,
And she leaned back in contentment
And we embraced most tenderly.

delicious!