Landscape of Lust

I gaze with hunger at your hills and dells
Your body is a landscape for my lust
And as you're lying there I savor smells
Just like an elephant in rutting must.

My eyes will travel over paths of flesh
To map into my mind your beauty pure
And soon I hope to feel our bodies mesh
And you will be enraptured, to be sure.

Your nakedness is like unto a world
That I may move about in eager quest
And chart the many wonders you've unfurled
With loveliness so fine I can attest.

With eagerness I shed constraining garb
Displaying rampant manhood to your sight
And you reach out and touch my luscious barb
In hopes that soon he'll fill you with delight.

Caressing hair of gold I touch your nape
And draw your sunny face toward my shaft
As you extend your tongue with eyes agape
You lick my sword and gently stroke the haft.

I look into those orbs and see the soul
That you have offered up to our new love
Accepting passion as a loving role
I cram into your mouth and smile above.

Your body trembles as the earth may quake
As still you fondle both my testes firm
My semen bursts and I begin to shake
With pleasure you enjoy each drop of sperm.

You rise and kiss me with true fervor now
Returning moisture to my lips to taste
This tenderness is what we both allow
Exploring vales and mounds, no undue haste.

I lay you out as if you were a chart
With geographic teachings I may read
That gave directions to your nether part
Where I might find the haven that I need.

Your tender valley moist with honeyed dew
Will succor me whilst drinking up its gift
With forceful tongue I split your slit anew
And lick the swollen lips around your rift.

Again your body quivers as you soar
With ardor that is high as mountain peaks
And now that I have found the deepest core
My member needs to find what it still seeks.

Upon your knees a vista does spread out
Before my eyes the view that I desire
And kneeling there your canyon has no doubt
My cannon will be hot as raging fire.

My throbbing pillar of desired dreams
Is placed at heaven's gate to feel the burn
While you're still leaking drips of tasty creams
I ram your glen of hopes and start to churn.

With every ounce of force I jam it in
And start to grind it deeper with each thrust
Like plowing in a field I hump again
You take it all and beg for more with trust.

At last I feel the urge to spill my seed
And thus it squirts to fill your jelly roll
So now that we have filled our loving need
Your lovely panorama is my goal.