Talking In Tongues
From the mouth comes the ultimate pleasure, lips moistened awaiting to taste
the tongue speaks a language of passion, moving slowly yet no time to waste
The fingers caress moving softly, yet somehow there's a sensitive grip,
as the mouth kisses intimate places, stopping only to lick clean the lip
Then movement begins in a rhythm as mouth against skin becomes tense
losing all sexual inhibitions, all reason of time and of sense
Wetness a word with a feeling, created by lovers in flight
his eyes open and closing erratic, as he views this intimate sight
Come to me and give me your body, and all that it holds let free
as my mouth beckons forward explosions, say those two little words...
Drink me!
Swallowing deep is her reward, this her favourite sin
she raises her head and she's smiling, wiping the very last drip from her chin!
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