You’re bent over, behind you I kneel.
Pushing buttocks open, my tongue doth deal.
Soft, languid, lazy licks.
Taking in moisture o’er soft pink lips.
Arousal fills my nasal domain.
Filling my heart, with a need untamed.
For you’ve taken me to that place I adore.
In which I take all you have, and give back so much more.
You sigh as my mouth banishes pain.
You forget all in our eternal moment of play.
But fear not, I play not, we are no trivial game.
We are eroticism in motion, frame by orgasmic frame.