Honey Girl

my honey girl
a lithe goddess
snug in my lap
her nails drift
like tears down
my chest while
her eyes draw
me closer to
her sweet soul

her pleated skirt
touches my thighs
white lace wet
against my cock
my hands hold
firm cheeks as
she squirms and
rolls her sex
across rigid shaft

she interlocks fingers
offers her wrists
for rough kisses
and naughty licks
I push aside
her cotton chastity
sink deep within
a tightening warmth
of molten musk

my honey girl
my sweet baby