Woman's Valentine

While sitting on the bedroom chair,
You waltz right in unclothed and bare
And cross before my stunned surprise
And glanced at me with bedroom eyes.

You turn your body and face away,
But not a single word you say;
You plant your feet while standing tall
You bend your hips and show it all.

Your back is straight, and all I see
Is your sweet ass staring back at me;
Your hips and thighs all do their part
To frame the shape—a rounded heart.

Each thigh curves wider east to west
Until it meets each rounded crest
then plunge down the middle steep
Into your secrets longing deep

I’m Enamored—so sublime—
Beholding woman’s Valentine

From every angle I behold
Each muscle, shadow, line, and fold
Pulls the eyes back to one place—
Your loving cradle’s sacred space.

Where thigh and buttock come to meet
Where you diffuse your nectar sweet
Where you engulf each eager man—
Helpless to resist your plan;
You swallow him so firm and stout,
Then work him soft and spit him out.
You conquer every stubborn whim
With every invitation in.

And so the world’s a better place
With you firm ass before my face
As I ponder all the fun
That we will have until we cum.
So tell me, where you want it first?
My cock is hard and wants to burst.
Deep within your hungry hips?
Sliding past your thirsty lips?
You’ve got me ready, lead the way;
I’m grateful I’m a man today.