“A nipple nibble is so fair”
I think as I watch them there
Growing harder as we touch,
Wanting to kiss them so very much!
Your look invites me to take that chance
As over your breasts my hands slow dance;
My lips descend to each perky nub –
At full attention from a light rub.
A soft kiss is just the start,
It fuels the racing of my heart;
Then swirling ’round with my tongue –
And you know we’ve just begin!
Your sweet breasts, pressed together –
It’s just “when” and not “whether”
That my face between them falls –
I cannot escape their siren calls.
Those soft mounds enfold my face,
This is such a magical place;
Comfort, yes, but erotic, too –
The perfect description of, well, you!
Nestled there in that sweet zone
Lust becomes a wild cyclone;
For hands are wandering here and there
Caressing more of you – so fair.
Until we collapse upon the bed
Our clothing here and there we’ve shed;
Mutually tumbling down passion’s lane,
Giving in to craving’s reign.
Finally sated, closely cuddling,
Our spree’s been so wildly muddling
That thoughts of else are far away
And in our comfort zone we stay.
But those breasts will again intrude
Upon our languid interlude;
And once again I’ll seek to nibble
For I don’t think that you will quibble!
