The Language of Each Lick
The most sexual languages of my licks
she couldn't resist,
instead she begged and insist to feel
the lyrics of my tongue's music.
As my lips perched upon her hips,
I tasted her flesh with my detail kiss,
like an erotic dance my tongue twist
to make sure not an inch was missed.
The length of my tongue paint her skin,
my intent to tease her senses within as
I measure the indents of my most
intimate living thing.
Walking my tongue around her corners,
her temperature soon got warmer,
my skin stretched as I enlarge getting harder
and as my blood flow ran faster,
my shaft touched the pit of her pleasures.
Tongue tasting as my lips rise and fall,
preparing to insert my full length after all,
another moment my nature call,
her engine is about to have it's full overall.
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