A sensual kiss upon the lips.
Not the mouth's but between the hips.
Light little flicks of the tongue.
Till the juices start to run.
My longest finger starts to glide.
Along the folds then inside.
Slowly inserted to a point.
Then I bend the knuckles joint.
Wiggle and wiggle and toy I do.
All of this inside of you.
I add a finger and now theres two.
Slideing along your pinkish hue...
My tongue helps in this joyous play.
I could do this all day.
Flicking and lapping it at your clit.
Pokeing and proding at the slit.
In and out in sensual glides.
I hear your pleasured moaning crys.
Till the wetness starts to flow,
and I see your facial glow.
There you lay looking so fine.
I wait for a smiling sign.
Flicking this tongue of mine.
Having a Lapping good time.
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