I’m a woman

With grown man needs

I like to be touched, teased, and squeezed

Straight to the point

Sexually I please

With ease

So weak in the knees as he releases

His sauce or his

Well you know

His formula

His liquid gold secret

Happens so fast

I never see it

Because I make it disappear

Close my eyes

No need to fear

The Air leaving body I can feel

She’s beyond orgasmic

A Spiritual Delicacy

Gives his tastes buds chills