Loving Head

You suck the tip so gently.
You bring a grateful smile.
You lick and move your head clear down,
Continuing for a while.
You simply take my breath away
And I suppress a grin
As you relax your throat
And effortlessly take me in. 
You coat my cock with shiny drool,
From your warm and loving tongue.
You take me so very lovingly deep,
And make me feel so young.
You lick my shaft and taste my urgency,
And hold me between your lips,
So when pre-come emerges,
You swallow in tiny sips.
You smile and suck with such affection,
That I can’t repress a sigh.
It is a loving gesture
That I simply can’t deny.
You move your lips clear down my mast,
And hold them around the girth.
There may not be a better feel
On this whole obliging earth.
You hold me softly in one hand,
And slide it up and down,
And before you commenced to suck
You’d removed your sleeping gown.
You’re as naked as a fawn,
Like a fresh and ripe bare peach.
You simply have left me so
I simply have no speech. 
Your mouth is wet and supple,
And warm and soft and red.
You seem to have much practice,
And skill at giving head.
You done it so very often, 
And have perfected your technique.
Your oral gifts have left me so
Happy, thankful, and weak.
It’s been a half an hour
That you have attended to my cock,
And I could just let you work
On me around the clock.
Your face is composed and lovely,
And as sweet as a ripe plum.
You give out pure satisfaction,
And I am delighted to get some.
You finish drinking all my seed,
And licking off the rest.
It is the loving gesture
I simply love the best.
You watch me shrivel up
To a flaccid, smaller state.
You kiss the tip and promise
To not make me have to wait
For a return trip to paradise,
When you take me to our bed,
And show me just how good you are
At giving practiced, artful head.