Unbuttoning her shirt, removing altar,
Incense from her body, dripping afar.
He drops his pants, wood aching strong,
Disgraceful lust, aromatic yet wrong.
Suckling her breast, drinking her milk,
Biting her nipples, smoothly like silk.
His hand reaches down, the sacred door,
Nectar on fingers, asking for more.
She bends down, savouring the flavours,
Each motion deep, sultry endeavours.
He returns the favour, grooming it slow,
Tongue does the trick, body starts to glow.
From back, to front, through night and day,
Moaning with bliss, begging her to stay.
Key to the hole, spells of control,
Soaking her wet, breaking her whole.