Bread Crumbs In Her Ass Crack

She holds me in her hand
my gland hardly fits
the softness of her palm
the pressure of her thumb
moistened by my cum
she rubs the juice around my balls
as if tying a neck tie
her fingers a noose, a pleasure abstruse
baiting, I lick her without hesitating
animals we are with a secret core
we know not why we fuck on the floor
then dress and discuss Voltaire
the chemistry that makes her fair
the DNA unraveled, the distances traveled
the math of Black Holes in far off galaxies
What makes truth or fallacies?
you sit demure, nude on the kitchen chair
I lay you down over toast and jam, there
bread crumbs line your fine ass crack
the ultimate trick, to lick the snack
your breasts more luminescent than the stars
your nipples red like Mars
my penis, a interplanetary rocket
with urgency, I penetrate your socket
we orgasm together in sweet harmony
while pulsars measure our symmetry
we celebrate, satiated, animals well placated