Cunnilingus play

Delicate, smooth thighs,  
Play ivory curtains to centre stage,  
Your rapid, shallow breath,  
A symphony of expectant pleasure,  
As my hungry eyes,  
Play eager audience to your glory,  
Your voice is a throaty purr,  
Strong hands caress your full breasts,  
But my hands are just support actors,  
In this nights erotic play,  
And my tongue limbers itself,  
Waiting eagerly to dance centre stage,  
Gentle nibbles on inner thigh,  
Help to set the scene,  
My hands move firmly,  
Down your lithe form,  
They move playfully across gently rounded mons,  
Before making their way, to wait on your wings,  
Your bud full exposed, swollen and waiting,  
My breath so teasing,  
Upon your intimate exposal,  
I wait for just a moment,  
Your moans tell me it feels a lifetime,  
Before I delve forward,  
To meet your arousal,  
At first I move softly, a gentle waltz,  
That soon has you gasping and pleading for more,  
I cover full stage but knowingly avoid,  
The place you most covet,  
Your wet and hard clitoris,  
Fingers slip in to your tight hole,  
To assist in the climax due to unfold,  
I pick up the tempo and lick in quick flicks,  
And finally decide to engage your full clit,  
Your body tightens as my fingers move faster,  
And I suck lovingly upon your glorious pip,  
I feel you fast approaching your peak,  
And lap hungrily at your soaking sex,  
The play reaches a crescendo,  
Your scream of pleasure its climax,  
You pull me up so that our lips can meet,  
Heedless of your juices that coat my face,  
Your passionate kisses are all the applause I need,  
It is ever the show mans pleasure to please.