The Feeling of My Fingers

Your skin was smooth beneath my hand,
Oddly cool and warm at once,
As my fingers trailed lightly from cheek,
To neck,
To breast,
Stopping briefly to wander around,
The thick brown nipples,
With their hard tips,
And,
Across the curving and quivering,
Flesh of your belly.

My hand moved down and I felt,
The first hairs of the patch that marked
The beginning of your womanhood.

Fingers moved on through the tangled hairs,
Then slipped between the warm lips
Which guard the little "girl penis".

I felt your body move, and,
Heard a small sound from you,
As my finger dipped farther between,
The folds and began to slide along,
Your clit,
As it moved down to the warm, wet hole,
Between your thighs.

As my finger entered, and your hips rose,
And moved from side to side,
I lowered my face so my lips,
Could kiss your labia,
And my tongue could begin
To run up and down the shaft of your clitoris,
Taking time to circle the tip,
And allowing my lips to grip it,
As it slowly grew bigger and harder.

I buried my face in the warm, moist opening,
Tasting the unique flavor of hot, wet pussy.

With my finger inside, and my lips pressed to your pussy,
I licked you, and you,
Took hold of my head and pulled my face against your crotch,
Writhing and wriggling,
And,
Becoming wetter and wetter,
As you approached and entered the orgasm,
Which bent your back,
Tightened your vagina around my finger,
Brought you gasping to the cusp,
And then dropped you on the tangled bed,
Where you fell asleep,
With the face of an angel.

I watched you sleep, and licked my lips,
Sucked my fingers,
Capturing again the taste,
That reminded me of all that had just happened.