The Rapture

Women's love forbidden
Ripe, sexy, soft
The gentle stroke of a feather
No better pleasure
Mouths explore inside the other
Silky tongues, slippery and hot
A stolen vision of the fantasy
Radiant heat and quiet bliss
Eyes half closed calm and content
Wet lips await another taste
Wanting, waiting and then taking
Women's love hidden
Exposed, bare, afraid
Secret whispers in the night
Out of sight
Hands slide down seeking treasures
To breasts and nipples firm and pink
Yearning fingers touch lower
Create a hungry urgency
More soft than soft and sweetness
Legs spread open cannot hide
Tongue kissing mouth and lips
Licking and tasting deep inside
Women's love of loving women
Comfort, difference, and truth
Finally found desires of youth