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Feel my mouth caress yours,

as I savor your sweet breath.

Impatient tongues slide between lips,

pressing and probing,

in a curled twisting dance.



Your pliant supple breasts,

yielding to my hands,

beg to be touched licked and stroked.

Guide it to my waiting lips,

I’ll nurse its’ swollen hardness.



Wet kisses from your neck,

down to pleasures’ cradle,

leave telltale marks,

as musky scents entice starved lips lower,

to relish tender soft flesh.



Oh...the irresistible taste of you,

that bittersweet trickle of moisture,

perhaps dripping from heaven itself,

inflames a heated passion,

yet quenches a  wanton thirst.



Fragrant, warm, swollen folds,

like delicate petals of a rose,

part for a searching tongue,

reaching within, to its’ liquid soft center,

in a quest of loves’ essence.



Passions’ heady pungent bouquet,

intoxicates and permeates every sense,

as I search deep

within slick silken crevices,

nestled between soft open thighs.



Pursed lips suck gently

on  a swollen tenderness,

as trembling fingers slip slowly,

deep within that soft intimate place,

gripped by a slippery rippled heat.



Release for me sweet lady,

for your  wondrous pleasure shall be mine,

and if there should be no tomorrow,

I would surely pass in rapture,

while I drink from your soul.