Drawing my finger down your spine
With the lightest possible touch.
I caress your sacrum with my lips,
My tongue gently moving to part your cheeks,
Fingers slide over your wetness,
The wetness that always grows at my touch.
Smiling, I blow a stream of air from my lips
And watch your lips glisten and quiver in response.
I love the way your cunt responds to me!
Your head still more than half asleep,
And yet your body, vibrant to my touch
I watch as a trickle of your juices pools upon the bedsheet,
I collect it on my tongue and taste your morning dew.
I whisper, “you are, without doubt, the most giving
and the most beautiful cunt in all the world.”
Very gently, oh so gently
I lick your swelling lips
Probing for your nub of intensity
My tongue flicks her tip
Once, twice a third time,
As your body stirs in response,
And your hips lift in eager need.
