Breakfast To the Face

Big butts were grown to pound
Born stable like Journeyman Jesus's
Porn table

Touch your hips with lips
Feather kiss after unfettered bite
Better to whiff during delight
Every pore tells me more,

Touch comes around
Where sound is right
Pick up a trail from hips to knees
From wails held, unreleased

Clenched teeth, following these
Fingers depart quick to stun
Part lips and return to one
Lingering and darting, spun

Lips to buns, but I never kiss ass
Not a slip of the tongue, that blast
If we're equals you're not a crested object
But if I reach and roll and make you
My sex goddess, I'll kiss every bit
Never modest, toes curl

When a talented mouth flows through
Your ocean of swirls, to grow with your world
Missing no inch of circumference to hurdle
Kissing before teeth clench

Inhaling deep the scent
Coppery rich, cocoa butter, peach
Sunrise over Huntington Beach
That runs its spatial range

I delight in the taste of
Your facial change
Moving to my staple untamed
Pussy purrs and growls like a dog

If my mind is a fortress and my body a temple
I declare this your palace, entrance to Shambhala
And so I find us and before I bless naughty and gentle
I'll discover spots still secret, strokes still eager to meet

Mindful of you, I can unwind true like Daedelus
Finding to caress every step of your maze stage of lust
To amaze I trust means every scene is a must
Towards level'ing up, seeing past infinite

In the half minute glimpse up during your first finish!