Pleasures of the Tongue

she had moved her lips at random
to my pungent inner thighs
licked the puckered folds distended
from desire and anxious need

let her eyes peruse the splendor
of my white-hot dripping cunt
kissed the puffy pink protrusion
felt the quivers and my writhings as

my lithe and arching body
lunged to fuck her hungry mouth
and the saber of her probing tongue
…like fingers in a glove!

ah, she flicked my vibrant furrow
like a graceful hummingbird
God! Her wet and fiery passion
lapped in harmony and rhythm
to my thrusts and pleading moans!

UMMMM!!! That slurping tongue meandering
like no other had before!
sucked the tingly nectared treasure
licked the prize well-worth the searching
hot and juicy like a gem!

And yet?

forsaken by most female fools
whose mouth disdained my cove
did not care about the cravings
of this woman they would love

“kiss the clit that is your mistress!”
I have screamed into the dark
“taste the creaming of my pussy
every drop somehow ignites
that burning hunger I have begged for
in the loneliness of night….”

“know the sweetness of my gushings
…those explosions of my heat that
ever flows upon your magic tongue
I see in candle light!”

“drink the spouting tangy syrup
from my drenched and aching cunt
move your mouth again to velvet
…make me woman…make me love!”

© 1998
Dot Turner