Love and lust poem to an Indian MILF

I am calling to you from my soul, Dreaming of the soft, brown lustre of your skin, Holding the full, generous, lushness of your curves, Leaning close to wide, delicate mouth under proud curving nose. My lips parting yours as our tongues dance an ancient dance, My hands dropping possessively to the fullness of your bottom, Hefting, squeezing separating, worshipping, owning, Pressing my hard white cock against your earth mother brown thighs, Inhaling the ancient scent and spice of your arousal and submission. Unable to resist my hand coming up to fondle the full soft grace of your bosom, Stripping the sari from you, no longer able to contain my lust and ardor, Gasping at the full dusky delight of your soft full brown paradise, Drawn to the chocolate, suckable toppings on your sweet mammaries. Devouring greedily, reveling in the sweet taste of texture of your temptations, I remove your saree, unwrapping you, You are my present, my past and my future, You stand naked before me. Taking your hand, leading to my bedroom, At my instruction you light candles and scents, And lie back naked upon my bed. I strip my garments as I look down on your shy smile, I lie beside you, the contrast between our skin is intoxicating, I like on top of you. We embrace, We kiss deep, As deep as the ocean, Lips gliding across each other, Tongues revisiting their sensuous, urgent dance. I lift my head Between a look of lust and love Of dominance And submission I taste again your chocolate nipples More gently this time, reveling in your cooing murmurs My lips begin to trace a path downward Taking every moment to savour and explore Your succulent, fragrant folds Yet driven by the aroma of your lust To meet my succulent quest Hidden beneath The unfashionably Thick black tangle of your bush. I place my hands on your thighs under your knees And push Exposing you further Indecently erotic My faces inches from the curving pinkish brown Of your lips Gazing at your most intimate privacy Inhaling your hunger Your hands at the back of my head Pulling me home Revelling in your soft, sweet wetness My tongue and lips tasting your Hungry brown pussy Licking and sucking Tasting your sweet honey. My lips vibrating as my humming voice Is a soundtrack For the vibrations all over your sex And now gently, teasingly, On your clit Your moans and whimpers Tell me this is what you need And then your hands, your bucking movements Telling me that my Desi girl needs more She needs my cock, Her Master’s cock. I play the big head over your tender lips Teasing you, both of us reveling in the power dynamic Your sweet beautiful face contorted with lust and need “Please …” Even in this single word the chirp of your accent turns me on. Every fibre in my body wants to ram it in so hard and I do In slow motion My hands reaching up under your body to grasp your shoulders Marveling at the contrast of my pink fingers on your brown skin As my pink cock moves deeper and deeper into you Like a heat seeking missile But primarly slow Inch by inch as your hot tunnel welcomes me and your juicy pink brown and grey lips part and moisten Like a river. My cock so much bigger than Indian men you have known Feels like a tree trunk inside of you As my groin meets yours My balls slapping between your cheeks Feeling the wet lushness of your forest Both of us know that I am so deep inside you That you will feel me there always We hang in space our faces beaming to each other So much love So right So white man in brown woman wrong about it And then I begin to move back For another thrust. As the tree trunk stretches you again I growl your name And as you whimper mine My pelvis rocks into yours Your breasts heaving and quivering Your chocolate nipples dancing in ecstasy I pound into you again. “Do you like that? “Oh, God, yes.” God, your accent turns me on. “Is this what you need?” My ass is rocking now as I ram into you. “Oh, God, yes …” You say my name again. “You like my cock?” “Yes, I love your cock..” I am fucking with you with a primal rhythm. You lift your ass and I slide my hand behind you, my finger unerringly finding the sweet hidden pucker between your cheeks, hot and sweaty it welcomes my finger. A dam seems to break inside of you. “Fuck me..fuck me..fuck me with your hot white cock in my brown Indian cunt..” We both cum. Your orgasm is a thing of beauty your body shudders in earthly delight, moaning, a goddess in heat. I roar like a lion and splash inside of you, a stallion, breeding you merging our cultures, white hot lava cum deep in my true love’s womb. As we lie back lady, your raven hair splayed across my pillow, we talk intimately and tell each other our most precious secrets. Later, I kiss you tenderly, gently, on the lips and pad into the bathroom. As I stare into the mirror I have a sudden intense image of you on all fours. I take a blue pill. “I think the next act is going to get a bit more primal,” I say to the mirror. I move back into the bedroom, cuddle up with you, and begin to whisper in your ear. “I have to confess something to you,” I say. You tense slightly. “What is it?” I am hesitant, unsure. “I have this deep need,” I say. I stop. “For what?” You are breathless. I take a deep breath. “I have this great need,” I say … “Yes?” you are almost in tears of curiosity and anticipation. “I have this great need to whisper into a woman’s ear!” There is a miniscule pause before your laughter bubbles out of you like a fountain. We laugh together. It’s good. Perfect. I begin to whisper in your ear again.