Nirvana

Nirvana

The Wench did lie upon her bed
with outstretched legs she opened wide.
Between them was her Lover's head
with sheer delight she could not hide.

She gazed upon Wench's womanhood
that peaked beneath her hairy mound
which promised joy to her who could
bring hands and mouth where joy is found.

The musk she smelled drove her so wild
as bend she did towards her charms
and sucked her clit so soft and mild
as child sucks breast in mother's arms.

She licked and sucked as soft she could
and tongued to tease the little nub
'till hard it grew beyond its hood
where with her fingers she could rub.

The Wench cried out, "Oh, damn, that's good!
My pussy drips its juice of love.
Do lick it, Lover, if you would,"
then grabbed her head and gave a shove.

Her face Wench buried in her snatch,
then thrust her hips to meet her tongue
'till face and pussy made a match
from whence her fucking had begun.

She thrust her tongue inside Wench's sheath
until it hit the very spot
which set Wench off to find relief
for that which made her body hot.

Her mounting passion now did build.
She felt a tremor from within
which sent vibrations more to thrill
her clit until her climax did begin.

Her Lover licked her up and down,
her mouth to give Wench's cunt its due.
From deep within Wench came a sound
which let her Lover know what to do.

She brought her hand up to her ass
and sought admission to her hole.
"Oh, damn," Wench cried, "please let this last."
And Wench did take her finger whole.

Her Lover slid her finger deep
inside her ass 'till Wench could feel
it's fucking in and out repeat
that made Wench moan and head to reel.

No longer now could Wench hold back
the floodgates of her wanton need
to orgasm from clit to crack,
to cum and let her Lover feed.

"Oh, god, I cum...I cum," Wench cried,
then let her body shoot its load
and gush to fill her mouth inside
with love juice as a drink of gold.

'Tis sweet, 'tis sweet, her Lover thought
as pussy cream ran down her chin,
then pulled her Wench until she caught
her pussy's clit so deep within.

She flicked her tongue across the tip,
then lifted it to suck and tease
until the Wench's body ripped.
She shouted then, "Oh, please! Oh, please!"

So, on the bed the Wench did lie,
her legs around her Lover's neck
to press her close between her thighs
so lips could touch in tender beck.

Thus did the Wench her Lover woo
with the sweet charms of her aroma,
the very essence of her, too,
that brought her Lover to Nirvana.

Maggie Red Rose