B is for Boobs

B is for Boobs,
Quite round, not cubes.
Fashion accessory
Fastened in front of me.

Beneath my dress, you see
Two teats which willingly
Bring to your eyes a twinkle.
I smile as they crinkle.

Brave touch sends a shiver
Straight south, past my liver.
Off my dress - the big moment.
Stiff reply and a "Whoa!" meant

Between my lands is a place
Where your cock, not your face
Feels a warm, wet delight
In my cleft, out of sight.

Bended knees on which I'll stay
As I take your breath away.
Captured prey jacks between
As our sweat will gather sheen.

Bursting seed sprays my chest
As your balls strain their best
Painting streams of love's delight
O'er my boobs, you do it right.

But again, your rising lust
Bumps my chin, oh so just
Is the heat betwixt my thighs
As they capture the lengthy prize.

Brand me again with sticky juice.
Pump them raw, my cloven sluice.
Sawing grace with mighty sword,
Breast two beckons its reward.