Ode to Big Ben

I wake up in the morning

With throbbing lips of power

Moistening my panties

Sweet nectar from my flower

Dreams still swirling in my head

Foggy thoughts, misting clear,

But I am left with residuals,

Of whispers in my ear,

My body burns,

Needing... to explode!

To dive off this cliff,

To feel my waterfall unflow,

The instant I can't escape,

I succumb to my own seduction,

My friend is sleeping in the drawer,

Awaiting my instruction,

Eagerly he enters me,

Solid, quiet, sure,

For this yearning that's inside of me,

Big Ben, you are the cure,

Slowly, rotating my hips,

I... am tender... to me,

Low vibrating pulses,

Chicken-skin, so sweet,

Not a single soul can pleasure me,

Like I, can pleasure myself,

No talking or emotions,

No concerns about my health,

The blissful freedom of it all,

Makes me wetter still,

Passionately thrusting my pelvis,

Widening myself, unwilled,

There's no turning back for me now,

My friction's set to high,

I take Big Ben so deeply,

My moans turn into cries,

Oh my God! Oh my God!

I cling to fistfuls of sheets,

Don't stop yet! Don't stop yet!

I won't! I say to me,

Shattering tsunami of euphoria,

Breaking waves of warmth,

Upon the shore of elation,

I am soaking up the storm,

Oh my god, thank-you heaven,

Thank-you heaven, oh my god,

Collapsing with a smile,

Thinking to myself,

I am such an awesome lover,

That I cannot help,

Slightly out of breath,

Slightly sticky too...

Dear, Big Ben, my friend,

Ready for round two?