Strolling

My tongue strolls up your length and only meets
One other creature: as I lick your balls,
I find I'm eye to eye with she who heats
Your taint with her soft tongue; my loving stalls;
 
But only for a moment, then we kiss
Together either side of your hard shaft;
As she finds that her lips encircle bliss
(your cockhead), mine is kissing (yes) your aft;
 
That recreative expanse is so wet
With her saliva, that I can indulge
My tongue inside tight depths; so you forget
Yourself and find your hardness may well bulge
Inside my friend's young mouth: the sweeter hole
For you to drop your load, as our tongues stroll.