That land like delicate petals
Aching to break free from confinement
As they softly uncover scented skin
I dance my tongue against the barest neck
As cold and pure as winters feet
Waiting for heat with withheld breathes
Your eyes taunt me, burning blue
I lower my mouth over your slender chest
Finding spots that trigger you to blush
My mouth guides me between ripe breasts
As red areola’s pierce my tongue
I lose the stewardship of restless hands
As my fingers linger waist side
I ponder cryptic repercussions
Lifting your dress with undisguised ferocity
Your waist, bare white, invites my lips
I press them forth nourishingly
Creamy legs hold tauntingly tight
I pry them open, on my knees
My tongue presses upwards, finding soft fabric
Which I tease with a dampening kiss
I lower it an inch too far
Brushing my touch over a mound of divinity
I kiss it closely, afraid to lose
As moistening scents fill me wholly
My tongue plays, pried to enter
Whilst rolling circles with heated vigour
Before I stand up and politely step aside
Crossing steady hands which leave you restless.
