Butterflies

I met someone who gives me butterflies.
Now I want him to rub his head between my thighs.

I want to feel his itchy locs scratch my punani

As I lament hastened breaths when he dives deeper into my tsunami.

I want him to start out gentle and slow,
"Now pick up the pace", I utter, "you are about to make me...oh" 

I roll my eyes as he salivates all over my aching body.
The body that aches for his touch, his love, his lust, his fuck.

I need him to bow down and drink this ambrosia from my fountain.
And love me so much I'm moaning his name as I'm drowning. 

I think he's sexy, I think he's fluff..I think he'll turn my world  upside down after I take in his fuck.

Ooo these men say they're ready for me,
But as I take in your aubergine, are you sure that  you're ready for Z?

An Empress from the Caribbean aisles, autistic and bombastic. Mr. Fantastic! please take me on your ride 
I beg, as he slides....oooo he slides.

So as my mouth envelops your manhood 
And your manhood envelops my cunt.

You taste every inch of me as I'm crying because your member is just a little too much..

I'm not use to this sensation 
I'm not accustomed to our vibration.
But as I try something new tonight,
I'm getting used to your oration.

You make me feel safe as I take you inside of me.
You promise to protect me from the predators alongside of she.

You give me space to be myself.
And you give you space to love yourself.
Is this magic, is this real?
Is this love or is he just tryna cop a feel.
I look forward to seeing how our love plays out… but in the meantime while we're young

Fuck me... and make love to my mouth.