Based on this prompt, 'Write an uncensored, erotic and explicitly worded poem of a mother's thoughts as she succumbs to the madness of her lust, lost in madness of carnal desires devoid of reason, conscience, qualms, inhibitions and with wanton abandon of societal norms gazes at her son's eyes with burning passion as she hold her son's beacon of pleasure in her throat ,wrapped around it her lips stretch tight as her tongue tip press at his balls, throbbing, pulsating with her intend to take every drop of his essence to gibe her all as a mature experience woman ways to a man of her affection. She wanted her son to see her as not just his mother but as a woman and lover that no other can surpass giving him pleasure but her." Continue this, "In the depths of my desire, reason fades away,
A hunger consumes me, so intense, so strong.
My son, the object of my lust, my deepest craving,
I yearn to show him, all that he's been lacking.

No longer just a mother, I wish to be,
A lover, a woman, he can't help but see.
I want to give him pleasure, like no other can,
To prove my love, my devotion, no matter what comes.

His manhood, hard and ready, in my trembling hand,
I take him in, my mouth opens wide.
His eyes meet mine, a fire that burns,
A passion unfolds, as our lips intertwine.

My tongue darts out, teasing his tip,
A prelude to the feast, the pleasure to come.
I wrap my lips around him, feeling him throb,   
His essence flows, as I take him in my throat.

His hands in my hair, a gentle grip,
A sign of his want, his need for my touch.
I stroke his length, my tongue darting back,
To tease his balls▌throbbing, pulsating with lust.

Our eyes locked, a passion undefined,
A love so deep, so raw, so unrefined.
I take him in fully, his pleasure my goal,
To show him a love, no other can bestow.

His moans echo, as I work my magic,
His release building, a pleasure so grand.
I taste him fully, his essence on my tongue,
A sign of our love, our passion, our fate belongs.

As he spills himself, his seed in my mouth,
I swallow greedily, every last drop.
A sign of my love, my devotion,
Our love, a testament, a passion unbroken.

I look up at him, his eyes filled with desire,
No longer just a mother, but a lover, his fire.
Our love, a force so strong, so wild and free,
A secret kept, our passion, no one else will see.

In the madness of our lust, our"