They had been together three months when she asked, “What do you like best about me?”

“Oh Gosh, that’s such a hard question.”

“Just right off the top,” she said. “There’s no wrong answer.”

“Um, um, um.”

“Is it my ass? The curve of it? The feel of it? The heat of it?

“Or my eyes? The way they twinkle? The way they look so lovingly upon you?

“Or my boobs? The poetic way they fit your palms?

“Or the crafty pink tickle of my nipple upon your tongue?

“Or the playful wink of my belly button?

“Or the amazingly nimble guile and gambol of my mind?

“Or my toes? How adorably they snuggle beneath your balls?

“Or scent of my arousal? The clutch of my cunt upon your cock when I come?

“Or my sly fingers teasing the rim of your asshole?

“Or my sweet voice whispering the lewdest possible sweeting nothings?

“Or my tongue traveling slowly slowly slowly up the stalk of your cock, licking that special spot, tasting the—”

“Yes!”

Yes! My sweet, nothing’s so appealing,
And nothing can send my mind reeling,
Like your wanton lust.
So, if choose I must:
It’s you naked on the floor kneeling.

For that’s how the very essence of you
Caresses my body, mind and soul too.
When my hard cock slips
Between your luscious lips,
We become one lusting lover, not two.

For our lust is then all consuming,
As our flower of love is blooming.
Therefore nothing can please
Like you nude on your knees,
With my fresh cum in your mouth spuming.

Poem by Ashley
Illustration by Mat