As you lay there with parted legs,
I touch your flower for a taste.
The sweet nectar coats my tongue,
Your heady aroma urges me on.
With circular motion my finger awakens,
The man in the boat standing at attention.
Waking at the touch of my tongue,
I part the pink swollen lips.
Finding the spot that makes you quiver,
You awaken at this delightful pleasure.
Taking two handfuls of the hair on my head,
You pull me tight against your sex.
Trembling body signals its time,
The sweet liquid fills my mouth.
With one last gasp your body stiffens,
Sending you into orgasmic bliss.
The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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