Muff Diver

I want to be
your bed with benefits.

You can
put a collar on me,
pull me to your cooz,
haul on my reins,

and I will eat you all night long
as I lie between your legs

and you watch TV.

I will begin gently, my lips slowly
caressing your bud, my tongue
flickering out,
seeking your precious moistness.
Haul me close,
and my mouth will cover you,

my tongue roaming up and down
your cunt lips as you surf the channels,
French kissing you, while my hands
run over the skin of your naked tummy,
tracing lazy arcs
beneath your breasts, as you

tug on the reins and I obediently lap you
harder and harder, one hand
spreading you while my tongue darts in and out of you,
the other hand finding your nipple,
circling it as I shove my tongue

harder and harder inside you, with
two fingers on your clit now as my tongue washes the lips of
your gash, while my other hand roams down your stomach
and over your thigh, and my eager mouth

pounces on your clit, my tongue
circling its wonders, my hands
stroking your legs while I eat you,
wandering up your tummy,
finding your erect nipples,
teasing them with my fingers
as you change the channel once again.

You yank the reins, and my hands cruelly grab your breasts,
kneading them, mashing them, as I press my flattened tongue
hard against you, take your hood into my mouth and nod my head
up and down your delicious slit, as you begin to breathe faster and faster

and you reach down to press my head more tightly against you,
and I lap you even more furiously, while my palms push down on your hard
nipples and I

squeeze your breasts like oranges
as I bury my tongue into you,
my nose hard against your clit as I taste
the inside of you one last time before I pounce upon your bud
like a great white shark, and your legs are trembling as you grab
my head, pressing it against you more and more tightly as your

body stiffens and you cry out,
flooding my mouth with your juices, and I eagerly drink
every last drop.

You collapse then, and loosen the reins,
but I will not move from my post.
I am your servant, and your cunt is my home.

My mouth will stay,
hour after hour, night after night, eagerly awaiting
your next tug on the reins

while you watch sitcoms to your heart's content with
your sweet, sweet body kept
in a state of primal ecstasy.

And when it is time to sleep,
I will be your blanket.
Pull on the reins and I will rise to cover you,
my hands parting your cheeks while my tongue
explores the beauty of your crack,

rimming you, slithering in and out of your hole,
as my fingers run up and down your naked back
before returning to your hungry clit,
as I listen to the music of your gasps,
your soft cries into the unanswering night.

My cock grows harder and harder
as you breathe faster and faster,
my balls
aching for release
as you pull me harder against you,
then cry out as you come, my tongue buried deeply
in your heavenly ass.

You pull gently on my reins,
and I rise,
my stiff throbbing cock and aching balls
feeling the torture of your soft legs as I slide up you,

climb upon you at last,
my lips on the nape of your neck,
my cock sliding over your sweet ass,
seeking Heaven's gate.
My tongue finds your ear as you
yank the reins hard and I

bury myself in you,
become one with you.
You pull the reins even tighter, and I begin
to pound my way in and out of your earthly flesh,
like a battering ram breaking through a cathedral door,
seeking the wonders within.

You rise to meet my every thrust,
your tongue seeking mine,
our hands intertwined, our bodies
interpenetrating, each of us
lodged inside the other,
as I pound my way in and out of you,
my sweat dripping on your neck,

my tongue running over your sucking lips,
as your breaths come faster and faster.
You tug the reins with all your might and I
thrust myself deeply inside you,
my hands squeezing your breasts as
your whole body trembles and you scream out,

arching your back, my fingers on your clit now
working you as you sob in primordial delight,
your walls pulsating, milking my shaft
as my hot seed pours into you
seeking an even more perfect
Union.

We collapse then, my cock
still buried inside you,
covering your precious skin
with my own,

while you drift into the small
death that is sleep,
your hand still
clutching the reins,
to summon me forth,
should the night grow empty once again.

I will even make you breakfast.