Hopping on the Bed

She ran up the stairs and jumped on the bed.
She sat herself down right up near the head
And crossed both her legs, her knees spread wide,
And patted the bed for me to sit by her side.
“Now tell me, Dear, do you like what you see?
I hope what you’re liking to see is me!
See my nice neckline, how low it can go?
I see that it makes a part of you grow!
Don't think me a fool, but I like how you drool
And fasten your eyes on me—that is so cool.
Now look at my knees, which are surely to please,
And I spread them apart ‘cause I am such a tease.
So put a hand there, and on one of my pair,
And then kiss the other, the farther one—there.
Your tongue is so smart, and your lips are not dumb
And I like what you’re doing down there with your thumb.
Your strokes are so soft and your circles so small—
And I see that your member is getting quite tall!
I’ll put my hand there and I’ll move it about;
I’ll do it quite actively to be making you shout!
And soon you will enter me, reach to my core,
And when we’re all done, I’ll ask for some more!”