I Miss

I miss - The tantalizingly teasing flicker of my thick tongue; As over your gorgeously lovely contours, I travel around. I miss - Savouring the thrilling chill of your breath-taking temperature; As I, in detail, passionately traverse your every beautiful feature. I miss - Pleasingly tasting you: my delightful, delectably delicious treat; From top to bottom; every satisfying morsel I would surely eat. I miss - My lips searching and tongue following in a hastily desperate chase; Both hungrily slurping – not a tiny bit of you would I waste, I miss – The alluring savour of your delightfulness makes my body tremble; Thoughts of you melting in my arms, makes my aching heart crumble. I miss – The chemistry: synchronised motion and scintillating passion; Lavishly devouring all of you to my; if not, mutual satisfaction. I miss – This sensual bliss, another opportunity I would not postpone; Splendid, tongue-teasing manoeuvres: assaulting an ice-cream cone. End By: Dion Penville