Temperate Tongues.

Temperate tongues mingle and press, And i cant lick without tasting sweet, My tongue glides up your leg but not past your dress. The power of unhealing emptiness needing to be stuffed seems to cross your feet. Endurance is where my tongue doesn't get tired of tasting, And like good wear I'm Everlasting, Kegels will not help you with this problem your facing. I'm consuming your every drop and my lips aren't the only ones that's smacking. The flavor is so light not pungent yet full, Yet I'm tonguing like I'm digging, In the crevices of your vessel forms a pool. And slippery when wet is an understatement when I'm giving. Early snacks are always followed, And while you accidentally play with your food i stare, Desert topped so delicately with cream gets swallowed. And as you lay panting, gentle gestures with my fingers in your hair.