''A Cunning Linguist Is My Romeo''

A cunning linguist is my Romeo, whose tongue has tasted ev’ry inch of me ravenously from head to toe and—Oh! in between—that I’m wet with ecstasy! With lips on breasts, he kisses my firm nipples first, then bites and nibbles on them like candy; now wet with excitement, my genitals beg for the strokes of his tongue to eat me. Supine, I spread wide for him as his hands prime my vagina—first the labials— then my fluttering vulva—which expands like a bloom for all of my man’s essentials. Then, his lusty tongue slays my ********!— so I then beg for the cock of my Horace.