"Taste me"

Her hands,
Trace my face,
Fingertips,
Grazing my lips,
Dipping,
Into my mouth,
Wetting,
On my tongue,
They slide,
Across my chest,
Wet trail,
Down my stomach,
Before,
They leave me,
Exploring,
Her own wetness,
Spreading,
Her moistened lips,
Touching,
Her swollen bud,
Intelligent eyes,
Fill with rapture,
Lips whisper,
Sultry purrs of pleasure...

Those slick fingers,
Run up,
My taut stomach,
Over,
My hardened nipple,
Around,
Strong neck,
Eased,
Slowly,
Desperately,
Into my mouth.
“Taste me.” She commands.