Phallus Hunger in Hexameter

Her slender fingers feel his phallus rise and bid
Him slip up through her open, wet, warm sheath his shaft,
Pausing at her laniferous tuft on her up-thrust mound,
When a heft of her hips, his slippery penetration's made
Betwixt her warm, suck-kneading lips which squeeze and clasp
His welcome, long, thick thong in her balm of cunnus lathed,
Easing his plunges in and out of her man-root bath,
While around his bounding hips her lissome limbs she wraps,
Deepening even further in his strokes -drawing a gasp
Of surprise and pleasure from her heaving, ripening nippled, cone breasts
Rising to his holding palms while revolving her hips
To feel round thickness of his wand in her arcing nest
Feeling finally then, his wet, warm, spurting cum from its tip,
Flooding full her upwelling vulva to overflowing
And dripping down white skeins from her pink, cock-clasping cleft's
Quivering lips around her hardening penis-stroked clit,
Shuddering in climax with her cunny-gorging phallic guest.