My Favorite Lady

Ay, ay she is to return.
A true work of art
But for a shadow of summer dawn
To burn my passionate thirst.

Let me tell you
Of her physical beauty,
As I strip her to lure
The revealing skin so sweetly.

Her clothing adorns
With motherly color green,
Slicing her apart swoons
Velvety red meat that scream.

I vow down to eat.
Raping the juicy texture with bliss.
All over my face her marks slickly fit
From the orgasms of her body from my lips.

Oh so many seeds I have spitted out
The thought makes my heart vastly throb,
She lays on the floor so stout
Exhausted from the pleasure I rob.

Yes milady! You are the purest treasure
Appreciated by shape and fashion,
Filled with aesthetics pleasure
For you is A Watermelon.