On this thirteenth poem with you being all hands
You’re stroking up and down, and I’m playing with balls
Your pussy is so wet, and I whisper cat calls
For you to reach release with touch of wetness glands

You’re amazed at the looks that the others do give
In their own birthday suits while thrusting in strangers
But looking at your hole wishing for exchangers
And you’re not being shy in this scene of outlive

Now you will bend slowly and open your mouth wide
And gently you will suck my cock for your pleasure
Bobbing and then looking as others took measure

You are doing great job in this tremendous pride
As I give you some cream to fill your empty mouth
With smiling audience as you’re pleasing down south