A woman's pleasure

 ‎The sounds you made
Your moans
Your cries of intoxication
And joyousness

Conspired together
To cause the cascade 
Of my bouquet
From deep within

You were so scrumptious
To my ears
All I could think of
Was
Your divine honey on my tongue
My face betwixt your succulent thighs
Your bewitching aroma inebriating me

I wanted
Your juices
All over my face

I wanted
To hear you
Scream with abandon
As I brought you
Again and again

I wanted
You gasping
Out of breath
My fingers inside you
You clamped down hard on them
As I teased you with lips and tongue yet more

I wanted to be dripping betwixt my thighs
From feasting upon you
Luxuriating in your sighs

A word if I may
To those who would hear:
A woman's pleasure
Is a treasure, that's certain
If you would know glee beyond measure
Tend well to her needs
Let her be free with you
Judge not her pleas...