She wants SMUT, part 1

My superwoman
I want to write her love poems
Odes to her beauty, strength, capability
Her grace in the midst of rumors, tantrums, and flooding bathtubs
Never-ending laundry, grading papers, and jumping through hoops
And what does she want from me, a million miles away...........
                     SMUT

Suck Me  Until I Twitch
Suck Me  Until I Throb
Suck Me  Until I Thrash

Tell me how good it tastes running all over your tongue

She wants me to write about how she fucks me like no one else can
Fucking me for eight hours and then doing me again
Leaving the bedroom in the morning with the smell of my pussy still on her fingers
Lemon juice the only cure for the memories of the way she did me last night

Mmmm, how you spread me wide....
legs open, my pussy exposed
Looking into my eyes with your tongue buried between my lips
Wanting it, taking it
Hungry for the taste you have been missing so long
My body completely under your control
Climax after climax
Body arching, calling out your name
Leaving me breathless
Exhausted
Unable to see straight
and yet the only thing I can see, the only thing I want
            YOU

And when you sit down at your desk tomorrow morning, think about that night, and ask yourself

Whose brush did you watch penetrating deep inside me?