Hard Licker

"I'm thirsty"...
The whisper brushes your ear.
"You should get a drink"...
Your invitation is clear.
"Be right back" I jest
disappearing beneath the blankets.

Stirred not shaken
I find my libation
sweet, poignant, and wet.
My lips, parched
take the first sip
my tongue following suite.

A nutty floral nose,
an opulent finish...
I tease it from its glass.
With wispy lapping
my nightcap dribbles over the rim
and down my chin.

Maraschino swollen
its pink tint flush and presented
tingling in anticipation.
"Bite" you say...
your fingers twisted
in my hair.....

My tongue, brooding
as it is drawn away
from the silky liqueur
of your demitasse
claims each glistening drop
left upon my lips.

"Tell me how hard" I whimper
taking the sweet red flesh
between my teeth and tongue
Sucking the ripe Cherry Cordial
I take a full drink of you
between my teeth.

A ragged groan
oozes from your throat
leaving the sharp taste
of exquisite pain
watering in your mouth
like the lime after a shot of Patron.

Fists clenched in the sheets
your legs wrapped around my shoulders.
You twist and convulse
while my teeth sink softly into you.
"Harder....." you beg.
So much for "I'll just have one".....