Laguna

Not only do I fiend for your taste

I look forward to your scent which makes my salivary glands moist

Oooooh....your like an M&M how you melt in my mouth

And not in my hand

I graze your cutaneous land

In search of your strawberry patch

Oh what a match we are

As you palm fuses with mine

Your supple breasts are like hershey kisses

And juices are like wine....better with time

Oh how I'm engulfed in your vaginal hurricane

Which ends with light winds against my mane

My natural lion, you can't tame

Only attempt to contain as I ordain....you

The recipient of the butcher's meat

None other can compete

As I send chills from your earlobes down to your feet

Maybe next week

We'll have a retreat

To discuss the astonishing feat

We achieved on the beach..........that night