The Taste of You

"A lover celebrates the taste of his woman's pussy."

You eagerly bestride my longing lips
With graceful, fluid movements of your hips.
My loving hands are free to play with you.
I tease your tits – you shiver and softly mew.

Now the first drops of glistening Venus-dew
Emerge between your petals into view.
My fingers move towards your budding clit
And gently prise apart your silken slit.

Its inner wetness glistens, exquisite;
My thirsting tongue extends to savour it.
You moan; your hips accelerate their pace,
Pressing that wetness down upon my face.

And while my cock swells in your mouth’s embrace
Your gushing nectar makes my heartbeat race.
Long after we have cum, and cum again,
Your sweet bouquet will linger in my brain.