I alighted on her nipple,
My fingers and toes
Dancing the light fandango,
The bumps of her areoles
Responding to my wants.
Her pink nipple turned darker
As she stiffened with pleasure,
The tip of my tongue
Brushing pleasure,
Seeking beads of dew.
My tongue twisting,
Wrapping around her intense need,
Hardening under my ministrations.
Her body moving to the beat of my dance.
Having stirred one side,
I drift to the other on wings of gossamer,
Beginning again my dance of delight.
Her chest now heaving,
As her dew begins to seep,
Her trimmed patch sticky,
Her aroma, exquisite.
Her plump form, rewarding me
As she revels in her pleasure.
