The Taste of You

The taste of you
The touch—The feel

Your soft velvet lips
Your wet sweetness
As my tongue presses its way inside

The heat that radiates
From deep inside your folds
The way you open for me like the petals of a rose

To lick back and forth—in and out—up and down
There is no beginning there is no end

The sticky sweetness of you that lies upon my chin
The proof that I have made you cum and cum again

The taste of you

The pleasure of you next to my mouth
Without a doubt—The pleasures of your treasures
I could never truly describe

The touch—The feel—

The taste of you