My angel’s lashes
Dance along my thighs,
Just in front of her lips.
Moving slowly in search of her goal,
She takes her time,
Choosing to savour each moment.
Her tongue dancing,
Tripping the light fantastic,
As she slinks across my balls.
My fingers comb through her hair,
As her lipstick leaves
evidence of her presence.
Closing my eyes,
The eyes of my soul,
Watch her trace her journey
from base to tip,
and down in one swift movement.
Fingers twirl, encompassing my balls.
Every exquisite movement felt,
Pleasure building,
layer by layer,
Her warm moist mouth,
Ensuring she will be etched on my heart forever.
Sucking as if her life
Depended upon draining my seed.
Smiles!
There is the truth
I am her want
She is my want
We both crave the deepest gift of lust and intimacy
