The Chase

I look at you, you look at me
A knowing smile, one of pure glee
I run across the bed, the chase is on.
I don't run far, it doesn't last long.

The hunt is on,
The taste can not get lost
In our haste,
No time to waste.
You look high,
I look low,

So many places for that little guy to go
Using your tongue on peaks so pale,
You murmur "love, I'm hot on the trail".
My hands slide up your innner thighs
Searching for where that taste lies.

Towards my valley your lips do slide
The sweet taste has no where to hide.
My lips move up and down your hard cock
Turning up the heat
For that taste that can't be beat.

Your lips soft as feathers
Spread my lips
As we move together
With a triumphant shout
We could not fleeeeeee

You share that sweet taste with me.

I want you babe