Sundays with my Italian Stallion are so beautiful.

I awake to gentle tugs on my nipple,
Then deep manly sucks, that makes my passion ripple.
Velvety brown eyes are watching my reaction,
My Italian Stallion is so beautiful, he is my main attraction.
He whispers," Baby, it's Sunday, our day",
" We are gonna make lots of love and just hide away!"
Sunday, beautiful Sunday, when he is just mine alone,
When we seek each other's arms, shut out the world and turn off the telephone.
I bring the chocolate pudding to bed, to spread and lick off of fun places,
We look like naughty children with chocolate smuges all over our faces.
We giggle and have such naughty fun,
Soon we turn serious and foreplay has begun.
His hands grasp my breasts to squeeze them together to double dine,
His warm mouth, sucking deeply, savoring my nipples like fine wine.
I caress his hair and begin to feel passion's fire,
He drives me crazy, he is the only man I desire.
Then one manly hand finds the downy nest in the glen,
Probing fingers find the pearl and stroke it again and again.
Soon he calls the nectar down,
It swiftly flows and his fingers it surrounds.
My back arches and I whisper his name,
Then he enters the glen, his woman to claim.

Music: True Love Ways