MR. CASANOVA

And from the heavens twinkling like the stars
her love is as endless as the sand of paradise beach

moved closer to gaze upon the reflection in the waters

my dream is her reality

its a fatality to exist without our hearts intertwined

Tailor made just for me

the substance of Mr. Casanova most erotic fantasy

sweet juices of her river is the flame to my fire

to be the chocolate that covers her cherry is my ultimate desire

and they say roses are red violets are blue

in the splendor of earth's artistry there's nothing under the sUn that beholds the beauty of you

the trail to my thoughts only one can find

yet some how your body language is reading my mind

your aroma is the voice of sweet melodies stimulating the senses to every nerve

still slowly I approach the curve

proceed with caution it's slippery when wet

take your time work me slow this ride you won't forget.

  I'm no vegetarian yet her salad is my breakfast lunch and diner

a gold medal winne

r not a single complaint from me

because every moment spent with her is an eternity of ecstasy a resort carved out and dedicated to our life legacy

oh how I yearn to feel you orgasm in repetitious succession

her beautiful breast bounce with every gallop the chestnut of her eyes says feed me aggression

positions changed her apple bottom tilted 

back down hips lifted 

long stroke me daddy...spank me a naughty girl I've been
inclined to meet her petitions penetrated deeper into the ocean within

hearts panting the currents begins

orgasm released simultaneously

the nectar of her peach has saturated my sheets

this is only recess our night is not over

thanks for taking a journey into the intimate thoughts of Mr. Casanova.