Nectar Seeker

On a mission

I could smell her sex aura
We were stationary
On the verge of ecstasy
We had both been delving
Her in fellatio
Me in wanting anticipation

It was unusual
The way it all chopped down
My dashboard said nothing
I flicked the radio on
I had it tuned to rumba
Kind of rumble I know

She mugged me up
Trusted my semi-complacence
My cock down her throat
She knew I wouldn't come just yet
We both had work to do
Lucky no-one was filming

This girl was amazing
She could suck a golf-ball through a hose
No complaints from my satisfaction
Hell! Most would have come minutes ago
I dragged it out, she did too
As hinted, my finger had crept in

She seemed to want me
Wet as silence
I felt like the Dutch boy
With his dyke
High in their wall
And all that water

She was French Revolution
I was Robespierre
Mad as a dungeon
Whoring all the while
We both smiled expectantly
And took it in our stride