A lust song../first draft

actions speak louder than words;
love or lust
in deeds we trust.
Be my queen and I your knave
to feast all over your body
is what I crave.
Cats eyes on a butterfly,
staring right at me,
catching all my efforts
and strokes I pound to please.

take the pineapple express,
and make no mess,
your thumb so firmly planted,
within my hole I vowed not granted.
save only to you,
the second time was nice
but charm is a given; if
it ever happens thrice.

Cats eyes on a butterfly,
catches my lust for your
other silky hole,
approving moans,
guide my throbbing pole.

actions speak louder than words,
I cannot speak
with my mouth on your peach,
but words are not needed,
as I suck and kiss you with an aim
for pleasing.