Sip
That space she creates
as kissing knees separate
desperate flicking tongue
begging for a taste
craving access to her secret place
slowly legs part
and fingers entwine my hair
pushing deeper
kissing moistened lips
tip of tongue slips
nectar cave
tongue snakes deeper
knees holding head in place
musk washing face
legs tremble
as tongue ambles
Deeper in her warmth
Lapping at her deepest sweetness
Drowning in her gasps
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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