tacticle licks

silence broken by light blues rock in stereo,
hum as I sway hips inside amber candlelight,
flickered glow hits olive skin displayed in bits
I strip down to a grin and my white knitted sweater,
giggle as his big brown eyes lock on my naked
silken flesh, he drools, I blush dark pink

still dancing, I pucker up my plump red lips to blow
him kisses, warm slender fingers grip stiff stick
hot wet tongue peeks out, slides over sweet
crimson, circles sticky spiral; mouthwatering taste
detonates, tickling my taste buds

seeing him squirm, my pulse pumps like a drumbeat;
twisted scarlet cherry confection draws my moan,
on hands and knees, he crawls to take a flavor sample;
one, two, three licks and he tossed the lollipop,
my legs wobble as we evaluate how many licks it takes
to get to the center of ~ me