Infantile

I guess that I'm just infantile,
A man who loves big boobs and nips,
But not constrained by sense or style,
Enjoy round asses, flesh on hips.

I can make excuses but I'm hard wired.
Can't get them out of my brain.
Makes my little man get so inspired,
Somethings are very hard to explain.

But when a woman shows me her big tits,
Or bends over and looks come hither,
Or puts my hand on her naughty bits,
Well it's my cock I want to give her.

Blood rushes from my big head down to the little one,
A bit of thought 'bout what she said,
Cause that's where dirty thinking gets done!
Want her now, right in my bed

Want to wrap my lips around
Those lovely, oh so hard, hard nips,
And hear her moaning, exciting sound.
As I nurse upon her with my lips,

I cannot help but reach around,
My hands explore curvaceous hips,
And fingers tremble on her treasure found,
Yes, spread her legs, and spread her lips.

Rock hard clit and rock hard nips,
My dick feels hard as stainless steel,
Yes, soon we both shall come to grips,
Her hot tight cunt my cock will feel.