Cunt by Alchibiades

Can a man ever crave for the touch of a his Mistress's lips more than I?
To touch them lightly with my finger like caressing the petals of a rose.
I could wile away the breezy summer evenings laying in them.
And in the bitter winter evenings cuddled between them.
I could sleep in their scent and dream of you whispering my name.
They frame your cunt with velvet and crown your clit with satin.
I could kiss them a thousand times and think of a thousand different reasons why I should.

Alcibiades