Cum Lover Be Mine

Creamy white stuff,
sweet, tart, a burst on the tongue.
Cheesecake, not for the masses,
not manufactured

in a factory,
rather, a fine fluff,
a plume of pleasure, the question
to the answer: “thing that makes you go ‘yum.’”

Our frolicking leads to your fountain.
I don’t care where you erupt,
in my mouth or in my muff,
As long as it’s just you and me:

My heart the only drum
to which you march,
all your love and all your cum,
all of you is just enough.