Lick

I love the moment when he lies down and sighs,
His stiff manhood standing between his thighs.
Sweat covers him, our juices coating his cock,
And I get to take him slowly, a sweet rock.

I can still feel him twitch and throb,
As my lips gently close around that knob.
My tongue bathes him with a naughty delight,
Our sex's scent filling my nose, just right.

His taste floods my mouth, an unmistakable bliss,
Exploring his sensitive head, I can't resist.
With a dance of lips and tongue, I move so slow,
Cleaning, tasting, taking him deep below.

Into my slick juices at the base he'll dip,
His breathing returns, no longer a grip.
Relaxed beneath me, he enjoys my touch,
Cleansed by my mouth, he feels much.

Caresses fade, we find comfort in embrace,
I lay my head on his chest, a peaceful space.
Our lust is quenched, but the taste remains,
The aura of our bodies, the sweetest strains.

Reminders of what just went before,
Hints of what might come, I can't ignore.
Licking my lips, I await our desire,
Anticipation builds, setting my soul on fire.