Playing on the Rim

As I lie on my stomach
hips raised and legs spread;
your  hand reaches under
and strokes gently my jewels,
the wildfire is ignited, as
you gently rim my backdoor
with the tip of your tongue
oooh, what sensation and pleasure
as your first finger gently probes
the entrance and then slowly
slips in and then deeper and
deeper inside until you reach
the acorn where you massage,
oooh, my fight to  hold back
seems to be a loosing one;
then I reach and feel your
wet and pulsating button,
and then....................dare to tell me....