Chantilly fetish

Evening's exhale craved and sought        
Chantilly frosting's creamy grit          
Dragging tongue across licking lips          
Feasting sugars sucking fingertips          
Tasting sapid softness biting layered sin            
Caked remnants corners my grin          
Watching me eat, his fetish is fed          
Each swallow a frenzy,
his obsession to the giving,
of feminal head