Mon Beau Fruit (My Beautiful Fruit)

The rosy marvel sequestered between your legs,
My beloved fruit, my delicacy, my aphrodisiac
The voracious lust for your saccharine nectar,
Your mouthwatering peach, ever so enticing,
My lips yearn for your lips, they ache for a mere savor,
I lower my head towards your innocent cherry,
And take in a final glimpse, exhibiting an avidity to pleasure,
With my lips I pet the peripheries, caress and pamper,
Your honeyed aroma overwhelms my senses,
Yet I cause you to shudder with anticipation, your thighs I kiss next,
Your legs tremble and wobble, your lotus pleads for its pleasure,
At long last its wish is granted, I place my lips on yours,
Kissing the entirety, I pamper your sweet pussy,
With my tongue I flicker and flutter, savor like a snake,
I tongue your clitoris, lubricating by salivating,
You reciprocate the favor, your juices come flowing,
The beloved ambrosia, I savor and swallow every last drop,
Contractions ensue, followed by your sensual whimpers,
As I push my tongue inwards, I feel the walls’ quivers,
The pulsation of your walls, my tongue dipped and swirled,
You are my beautiful goddess, my gift sent from heaven,
The delicate insertion of my fingers into your slit, I tease your tiny bud once more,
The vehemence of your response, my sudden resurgence of appetite,
We reach the pinnacle, your glistening thighs and my glistening tongue,
Your orgasmic juices falling freely from my chin, towards the deluge we just created, the ocean of pleasure
You would think I was finished, yet you would be mistaken
A zest to please, I show your ass my passion, your final convulsion,
The smug sense of accomplishment, the pleasing aroma of our love
We lie in bed abreast, kept cozy by our radiance,
I am the connoisseur, undoubtedly far from an amateur.