Slip of the Lip

Slip of the lip

Brushed against mine.
Coffee can mean so much more.
Let us laugh, darling
Over kids and school, men and work…
We both know why we are here.
That deep ache to be touched deeply
Like no mans hands can do.
This take a womans touch,
Sliding across nipple and clit,
Down into the heart of a womans soul.
That wet, sloppy love,
Filled with toys, tenderness and touch.
I do not miss the masculine thrust of hips
When I lean in and suckle your breast.
My tongue aches for your sweet taste,
Lips to lip to clit to cum
Undone on my face…
Yes, this is more than coffee love,
This is where we sing our Sapphic love song of desire.