Taste Your Soul

I have a sweet desire building, to pay honor to your soul as I relish in your body. I have not one single need or wish to be naughty or simply tease you.  
 
Your sweet release is part of your being. To treasure that is to touch your soul. As I settle my mouth over you and press my tongue to you, a sigh would touch my heart.  
 
Your pleasure, I need. I wish to give you a litany of exhilarating feelings. To watch and hear you as you bathe in the sensations. For you to feel hypnotic, languid and dizzy as you softly stroke my hair.  
 
I want to feel the anticipation as your your release builds. I want you to feel my anticipation, my craving to taste you, to feel your soul in my mouth as my hand cradles your sensitive flesh.  
 
I long to hear your rigid and ragged breaths, knowing you are drunk in my delicate mouth. To liberate you , no rush, no hurry, for you to build with intensity. As you quiver and tremble, your soul spilling into my mouth.  
 
My lips to never leave you until all has erupted from your body. Sweetly bringing myself to your face , pressing my lips to yours. As I see contentment in your eyes, sweetly thanking  you for allowing me the honor of the sweet taste of your soul.