Spelunker

I feel you wading through my sedges that sprout in twin rows forming hedges
You descend in my ravine, splashing into my dank sheen
To the north you start forth to find the fold where hides your goal

At the bottom of my bush, soft and warm in her capuche
Slumbers my tiny treasure, there awaiting her pleasure
There you find my little nubbin, awaken her with your rubbin
Feeling her grow as down below my warm springs start to overflow

Riding my current to the south, you river down to find my mouth
Slipping back your supple cover, you present your purple lover
Full and looking toward the sky, glycerin dripping from his eye
Capping off your preening lance, bobbing in a twitching dance

You center him at my door, pushing firmly, wanting more
Finding that I'm still too tight, he oozes tears to ease his plight
Spreads me open with his flare, unrelenting, but with care

Once he has me open wide, you slip all his head inside
My chamber likes the size of him and tightly seals behind his rim
Inside my door there is no light, his seeping cyclops has no sight
He must use his sense of touch to find the place he wants so much

You sink deeper in my shaft, sliding in, then back by half
When you're in your full six inches, you feel the welcome of my clenches
Your hard thrusting in my bower fills me with your manly power
Crying out your primal need to go forth and sow your seed

My hard rosebud rubs your trunk, building up her woman spunk
Soon to flood my swollen banks, sluicing down your gamete tanks
Feel the hunger of my strength as I squeeze along your length
My freshets bathe you with their love as my hot nubbin throbs above

My quake rumbles deep and long, chorus of my passion song
As my rosebud does her dance on the thickness of your lance
Fire burns in her blushing brow, she pirouettes, takes a bow,
And goes to sleep under her cover, a dreaming of her oaken lover

You feel my aftershocks subside and slowly start your urgent slide
Your forceful thrusts are long and smooth, I feel you harden in my groove
Your throaty groans scare my finches as you give me all six inches
Feel your knapsack start to crawl, upstream in my waterfall

Your twin orbs caress your root, waiting for your cock to shoot
I feel your acorn further harden as you begin to sow my garden
Your cries tell me of your need as you fill me with your seed
Forming deep in me an ocean with your potent milky potion

Your geyser down to just a drip, from my mouth you slowly slip
Your head glows red from your ablutions, dripping with our mixed effusions
Your virile balls roll around, mixing up another round
Your battle lance, now a pin, slipping back inside his skin

We've fulfilled each other's need, I my garden, you your seed
I remind you to take heed, there is yet another deed
You must talk and hold me close, I might want a second dose
And if you too soon fall asleep, I'll think my cave's easy and cheap