Soft Lips

You said your lips were soft
they were
I parted them with tongue and cheek
but you took me seriously
at least your body did without your consent
lips swollen, eyes closed
your firm warm button getting hard
until I could part your mouth with my own

I hugged you with soft lips
and you struggled, flailing thighs against me
you were no match
you never were
for this sort of thing, soft spots inside of you ached
and I was glad to fill them

Fill them with hope and excitement
then fill them with anxious delight
Softly hammer the head of your daisy
till it parts and withers like a lover lost

Your soft warm heat meets me
whisper words and gather your feminine charm
while I take your folds and soft surprises
pulsing under tongue and mouth

You press but I push back
not gently like a lover, roughly now
like a man taking a prize that he knew was his
all along
your moans sing the soft song of thanks

And when your eyes alight
as they always do
They do so for me, while you stare
directly into me, because I asked you to
my lovers lips, moistened with your dew