A Birthday Poem

Come to me, you'll shall see, baking a cake is not my thing, but what a birthday gift I have to bring, a little fun..... I'll sit you in a chair, put a crown on your dark hair. Master for a day, now it's time to play. Music playing, as I do my little strip tease, I start removing your clothing with ease, and you grin at me. You want your cake and eat it to, well I have some frosting for you, with a can by my side, I grin and start to apply. first your lips, smoothed down your chest to your hips, then to place you like best, hard as a candle, I spread the rest. From my knees, I slide my hard breasts up against you till I am sitting on your lap covered in the frosting and kiss the frosting off your sweet lips, now with my tongue I shall have some sugary fun.
Kissing you slowly, then down your neck, licking the frosting off your chest, sliding down your belly, nibbling on your hips, again on my knees, my mouth wet sugary and waiting to please, as I lick your hard cock, nibble and tease, you grab my hair, slide your rod in my mouth with ease. As you let out a moan, my hungry king on his thrown. thrusting yourself inside my mouth, excited, hard and wanting more, you pull me on you, off the floor, mounting me on your rod, for a hot ride, oh my god.......
Creaming on your cock as you grab my hips, I steal a kiss from your lips. Grinding me harder and deeper until you cum, now that some birthday fun...........