TIP OF YOUR TONGUE

Tip of your tongue meets tip of me  
As you pleasure me orally,  
Then lips and teeth pass down my stem.  
Chin meets my balls, you tickle them  
Before you give them a 'teabag';  
If I'd a tail you'd make it wag!  
Back and forth my hips start to shake  
At the sensations that you make.  
 
My fingers clench amidst your hair -  
It feels good, gotta keep you there.  
My butt cheeks squeeze into a clench.  
You serve me better than a wench  
As you deep throat, deeply from mine  
Own throat I growl, "This feels divine!"  
I throw my head up to the sky,  
My moans of pleasure multiply.  
 
"I'm coming!", comes my fevered shout.  
I explode, and my seed comes out...  
Just as you drew away your head,  
On your chin, throat and chest it spread.  
I clean you with south-going licks,  
An excuse to apply the tricks  
Of kissing, sucking at each breast  
To reawaken your interest.  
 
Nipples I tongue between my teeth  
Till you cry out for that relief  
I give when I've hardened again,  
For which you spread your legs open  
As on the bed you place your back  
And get our union on track.  
This time south end is meeting south,  
You take me in your nether mouth.  
 
We work up to the sensation  
To cause next ejaculation  
As your wet walls contract round me  
With a vengeance, rhythmically.  
Two satisfied moans reach the sky  
As my second coming gets nigh.  
You were so eager for my prick;  
Think we will go for a hat trick?