The sensual slip of languid tongue.
Bringing forth a host that throngs.
Sparks flash through synaptic paths.
Tingling flesh, heart racing fast.
Pulling me in, hands in my hair.
Don’t you fucking stop, there, yes there!
Flailing tongue, moistened clit.
Orgasmic release, mind cracked open, split.
Shuddering to warmth, a glow so sweet.
A loving look as gazes meet.
Pulling me up with a need to taste.
Lips and tongues leave nothing to waste.
How do you do it you lovingly ask?
With care, with love, and the will to last.