Tiny Animal

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You're right here on the tip of my tongue
It's been a few hours since I left you there
But I can still taste the sex of you on me
I can smell you on my face and my fingers
My fingers, your fingers, our fingers, oh my
My fingers still ache from so long inside you
And my teeth are squeaky from your juices
My throbbing jaw still hurts from your weight
And as I rub it I can smell you still more
I can't think of anything now, just your clit
The hard-edged feel of it under my tongue
Pressing into it, around it, to find a way in
In to taste the pleasures you are feeling
To lick everything going on inside there
To kiss all the gears so soft and so slow
Pressing, turning and spinning your clit
Feeding you with the flicks of my tongue
Nibbling your slippery cogs with my teeth
With a gentle suck, I tug all if it inside me
Then I fold you firmly under my tongue
I suck you hard then let you go with a pop
And your body snaps as you cry out loud
Your hands find me like orgasm groupies
They want my autograph, want to be next
I press down on your stomach as you come
And in my mind, I make up number songs
"One one, I gotta do better than just one."
"Two two, she fits my tongue like a shoe."
If only you could see how you come for me
See, you just come so damned beautifully
I try to push my face deeper inside you
I can't seem to get enough of you inside me
Or wait, is that enough of me inside of you
I realize I am in a frenzy, hands twitching
My mind is a fog in your soft folds of skin
Your aroma is so much more you than you
I can't seem to get past your coat of sex
Only can smell the grinding of your thighs
My emotions are connected to your clit
As my tongue fucks, you like a tiny animal
I can taste you come; I lick your moans
Still lost inside your lips, lost inside you
It was just this morning, and I can't let go
I can't seem to focus, and I just can't think
I look at the clock, and I count the hours
"One one, I gotta do better than just one."
"Two two, she fits my tongue like a shoe."
And I curl my tongue inside of my mouth
You're right here on the tip of my tongue

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erectus123erectus123over 8 years ago
very nice -5

serious observational piece including taste, tactile sensation and great passion