My Beating Heart

Spontaneously she said she was coming, and she did,
Orgasmically, like the taste of fine tequila,
Dangling from a tree of bliss and magic, raw and ready,
My heart beating joyfully, keeping time to her own;
Suddenly she cried she was hungry, so she ate,
Ravenously, like a pack of starving wolves,
Hanging head first from my shoulders, in the moonlight, strong and steady,
My pulse radiating aftershocks, to the rhythm of her groans;
Alluringly she whispered she was antsy, so she danced,
Exotically, like a blossoming fire flower,
Swaying and playing her assets, round and perfect, sweet and sweaty,
My hot rod revving to the motion of her tones;
Erotically she screamed she wanted harder, so she slammed,
Ardently, upon her growing dream,
Thrusting and gusting her swollen kisses, hot and heady,
My rapture giving rise to her passion play.