Creme Brulee

I dribble some over your breasts.
You lie on your back giving a sigh.
A little more over your belly.
A little pool on your stomach.
You watch with a look of excitability.
I lean down to your breast looking you in the eye.
I lick the sweetness from around your nipple.
You feel the coolness wash away with the heat of my tongue.
I lick all over your smooth stomach,
Licking it from your soft skin.
I leave your belly and go then to your neck,
Then your cheek, and your mouth
Then kiss and lick the cream from in and around you lips.
The kiss broken, I return to the descent,
The neck, a breast, the belly.
I climb between your legs
I lick around and near,
and then between the folds where the cream has run.