Masks gone missing gowns
Mama gives her man goodies,
Mama gets her man’s goodies.
Your mouth grabs my great machine gladly,
My mouth gropes Mama’s grand mound glibly
Our merry gifts make glistening mysteries grow in magic glory.
Our carnal carnival continues,
We crave complete comfort in our compelling communion.
Fat Tuesday a fond time of finding treasures,
Festive treats, flaming temptations.
I behold my babe’s beautiful bountiful breasts,
Bedecked with baubles and beads,
Beginning basic bliss by brazenly balming and
Boldly bussing your big bare bosoms.
I parade past my pretty princess,
My paltry pouch packed and provoking.
My pulsing pole pokes past, promising profound pleasure.
Panting, you passionately peel the packaging from your present,
Pushing and pulling on your preferred plaything.
Your pert pucker parts providing a place for my prominent piece,
Your pliant pliers positioned on my plump potent pipe.
Your flowery float freely flows by.
I fling my face forward with fevered favor for full-fledged feasting
on your fragrant fruits and flavorful flower.
I fiercely fondle your fair fanny,
With flair my finger flicks and flares your fabulous furrow,
Your fresh flesh flushing, a flash flood of fluid.
Our dance of delight delivers our destiny. Daddy’s demanding dagger dives deep in his darling’s dreamy desire, depositing a deluge of drops in your dewy daisy, driving the duo’s little deaths.