Par Amour

Provocative moans filled the room;
gripping my locks while I devour her,
ascending deeper unto our doom;
her temple is more addicting than beer.

Pointed tongue slithered in her folds-
outshining any man's touch,
shared secrets of debauchery being foretold;
her orgasm flooded my sensual lips oh so much.

Swallowing it with pride, a smirk was painted on my lips;
soft mountainous breasts; thumping hearts;
her claws dig my hips,
two Dominae discovering their parts.

Playmates in an adult game-
kissing and touching and sucking,
gentlewoman and doxy; men are ashamed;
me, a mistress- and her a feme are better at fucking.