Oh yes she will

Yes, say you will.
Treat me kindly so that I might fill you with my willing hardness.
Smile, shining loveliness, for it thrills me to treat you like a succulent delight.
Crying with joy as I spill my flowing wonderful serenity inside you.
Just you, your frills; they surely will stimulate my heart so that it pulsates into a solitude of crashing passion.
Yes, please will you have your hands reach out for me.
Are you driven to see your control over me?
You will, for me you must, and I will; just name it and I will.
For when my hardness is willingly grown to it full potential I leave myself to you.
Your own juices guide you to speculate on my degree of readiness, but again and again I smile that you might remain so naïve.
Never leave me alone; I want your chamber of frighteningly blissful flesh to embrace me.
Yes willingly I will.
I slide into that sea of peaceful pleasure that rocks me; like a child again bathing in its simplicity.
Will you, must you; oh yes you will.
Oh you are such sweetness for my tree of erupting softness.
And, as I dig inside your garden, I leave nothing to chance.
Still, more still for me, your career is my willful lust and joyfully my satiated contentment.
Never knowing that I will and I must have you grinding the seeds at my mill; it is an endless rhythms.
I wait; patiently, for you to reach your peak of blistering lust, where your grilled flesh acknowledges it's gluttony.
Then once I have you drenched inside me, I deliver your awaited gift, and wash you in my seeping honey.
So you will and you always will; and I always will.