eight may twenty twenty two

Mother's Mourn 

Spread naked from Mother’s Day Eve debauchery
You present splayed divine delights
Intertwined with satin sheets
I slide beside you
Fingers find maternal folds
Smudge them productively to awaken
Your hand grasps and strokes me close
My fingers fondle and pillage inner realms
Splattered tits and flowing twatage
All before the young’uns rise