The Tongue Dance
A teasing word
A rhyme or two
Evocative prose
An ache ensues
Tempt and tease
A blush in time
Aching increases
Breathing is heavy
Pants and sighs
Ache again rises
Now trembling thighs
Razor stubble chafing
Frantic restless reaching
Towards that highest peak
Begin begging, beseeching
Wet tongue dips and flicks
Finger temps just so
Just a little more
Please I beg you so
You look at me
With wicked grin
Pressing that finger
So slowly in.
That is all it took
I quaked and shook
You smiled at me
With that wicked look..
My body spent
I glance at your pants
Spying your tent
My turn to tongue dance
It’s now your turn
I say with a smile
God please Yes!
It has been awhile…
