In came she, the Apprentice,
wanting to learn the trade of budding.
Out in the garden, she trimmed her grass, first.
She was green like a twig,
but a perfect novice to tease.
I watched her from the distance,
looking at me, Le savoir-faire
Thirst lingered on her lips, under the scorching sun.
So, I went over to her,
breathing on her neck licking the sweat on her neck,
right up to her ear, biting it, as it was red as a plum.
She was hot and wet as if,
nature desires to quench its own thirst.
Took her in the arms, and little did she resist
Her eyes, reflecting pools of lust and desire,
I open her, she burns, waiting to be touched
engorged and throbbing in readiness,
greedy for stimulation, growing sticky and wet.
Her legs parts wide, her flower bud waiting to explode
My tongue moves to explore, as I can smell her potion,
as she pinches my hair.
Silence breaks her tongue and subtle fire streams beneath her skin.
I lean right back gripping her back
Just like that my cock grinding her ass
ramming her close, penetrating her walls,
She needed some uncensored fucking
The most sobering high, filling our mind,
And body released when I entered her from behind
As wetness trickled drop by drop
She couldn’t see with her eyes, or
hear through her buzzing ears.
As the sound of her moaning and pounding left her deaf and blind.
I was fucking her stony, breathless and panting
She was riding the rod, she had cum, she had succumbed
Grabbing me and the pillows.
As she lay she felt as pale as the grass:
But now, in which there were seeds of a budding flower.
Fantastic.