The Morning After

A birthday surprise, sparked desire in my eyes, but in truth was it that unexpected,
So descended her hips, with dessert on her lips, for my lust,
Dancing down on her knees, ever eager to please, such a lover could not be rejected,
With a lingering smile, model style, angel secrets a must;
A must for the night moves we have mastered together,
A must for the sexy French maid,
A must for tequila, smacking ass, fuzzy cuffs,
A must for the stones that we laid;
A birthday gift true, wrapping me up in you, with a ribbon of edible longing,
Bliss and magic til dawn, through the night of a faun, swollen pink,
Hot and raw to the touch, yes I crave you so much, with your fire comes a sense of belonging,
From the perch where you sit, perfect fit, so I fervently think;
I think of your taste, your delectable skin,
I think of your love in my face,
I think of your breasts, luscious legs, grips I’m in,
I think of your touch, your tongue trace.