Your world expresses your sexual being:
The rhombus patterns on the couch
echo the lines of your fine pussy lips.
Just as these shapes draw my eyes into their interiors,
my cock fantasises what it would be like to be entering you.
In tune to the wavy lines of their patterned interiors,
my tongue imagines itself exploring the folds of your pussy.
The shimmer of your top
recalls the glistening of your nectar juices.
The random pattern of the feather-like puffs on your arms
is like the way my cock sprays when I visit here.
The world forms up around your lustful play.