The Morning Touch
Like Diana Ross
Your body sings to me,
Begging me to touch it in the morning
But touching it is just an understatement
Compared to the thoughts of the things
That I want to do to you
As I caress you from head to toe
Can you hear my hands speaks passionately to your body
Saying I love you, I need you, and O'how I carve the smell and taste of you
So I help myself to a full helping of you
Kissing, licking, and nibbling on your neck, your breast, and your belly button freely
That was just the appetizer
Now it's time for the full course
As I make me way down your body
I'm anxious to taste your goodies down below
But I pass by that area for now and start slowly massage your toes
Sucking on each one equally
Your body starts yelling and calling out to me
With gentle kisses I make it from your feet to your knees
I can't help but to notice
The higher my lips gets closer to your tights
The more your body starts to quiver
So I grip the inside of your tights and open them wide
And I invite me to come inside
Now I'm kissing, and sucking on the lips of your juice box
The sounds of your moans are begging me for more
As your body yells please don't stop
I start working my tongue up and down, around, and around inside of you
Just to see the pleasure in tour eyes when you squat
Now that was just a morning touch
Copyright © Nsideout Davis | Year Posted 2016
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