Perfect Pucker

The delicate blush of your sweet
pucker, sat deep in the heart
Of your mound of man meat
Brings blood to my cock
And a lump to my throat
The beauty of that pickled
wrinkled, winking eye
Calling out to me
Is above any I have ever known
And of which I have grown
So very fond
Your back so smooth
Your legs so hairy
Both perfectly frame
The valley of desire
That I kiss and finger
And fuck, and of which
I never tire