Mortal Venus, Wanton Wife

A lusty pagan goddess on the hunt
is this woman with rampant libido;
and this poet heaps praise upon her cunt
into her bronze fleeced glory I burrow.

Her precious soft pale tits are topped with nips
their pinkish color placed by her maker,
but hue enhanced full by my sucking lips;
she has not the morals of a Quaker.

Supine with knees spread wide, between her thighs
nimble fingers busy in blushed quim,
her climax proudly announced by her sighs;
I am but a slave to her every whim.

I thank mortal Venus, my wanton wife
a living gift with whom I share my life.