Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a success story from days of yore-

“A post I'll make to sate my craving", look through ideas that I'd been saving,

Until I found one that I adore,

“Paraphrase 'The Raven'", I soon swore.

Whilst I started typing the same, "5 foot 8, average frame,

Tan skin, black hair, slightly interested in vore"

I finished typing up my post, and finished up my dinner toast,

Tidied up and closed my bedroom door,

Then passed out until I started to snore.

Morning came and.. behold! Each new message was as good as gold,

More than I had ever seen before.

One post had stood out to me, and chatting with her gave me glee,

We'd set a meetup time and place, and soon we'd meet face to face.

And soon, I'd come rapping on your chamber door;

The chamber, of course, is yours.

After small talk and some tea, you took it upon yourself to escort me

To your bedroom and lock the door.

We started kissing, making out, and soon our clothes went flying about,

Until they hit your bedroom floor.

You were about to get eaten like never before.

First I started with light massage, so your muscles and tensions would soon assuage,

Working on places that were sore.

From back and shoulders down to feet, my hands and your skin would often meet,

You felt relaxed down to your core.

But we both knew that you wanted more.

Slowly working up your thighs, your arousal level began to rise,

As my lips and tongue started to explore.

I started slow, savoring it, and lovingly massaged your clit,

My tongue rapping on your chamber door.

I dipped it in, went back up, and drank all your juices up.

You wanted me to continue evermore,

and moaned out, "Give me more".

Happy to oblige, I keep my pace, and soon you clamped down on my face.

Enjoying me as I ate you hardcore.

When soon a feeling overcame you, body tensing, heartbeat rising,

Like nothing you had ever felt before.

It was all you could do to mutter, "Oh my God, please more!"

Eventually my tongue would wander, and each movement would make you grow fonder

Of what my tongue and lips would have in store.

Up and down your lips I'd run, circles and varying pressure felt good and fun,

Until I focus on your pussy like a carnivore.

Soon, you couldn't hold things back anymore...

Your hands clamp down upon my head, and heels digging into my back instead,

This is the feeling you were waiting for!

Losing control, you start to moan, and as you do I utter a low groan,

As I continue to eat you out hardcore

And cause you orgasms galore.

Once you are sure you've had your fill, you tap my head and hold it still,

Making me stop before you get sore.

Crawling up with kisses plenty, must have been at least twenty..

Until I couldn't crawl up anymore.

Your back meets my chest, we spoon while we rest,

Until you start to utter those words that I adore, "How about an encore?"

Hours passed as I ate you, different positions all meant to sate you

And your feeling of being eaten like never before.

Eventually we bring things to an end, but more messages we'd eventually send..

(After all, I'm kind of an oral orgasm mentor).

One day I'd ask you plainly, if you would ever consider insanely

Accepting bad oral from a man who wanted to score?

Quoth the satisfied woman, "Nevermore."