LICK A STO

Every Friday after payday
You commence to your favorite place
The LICK A STO
Imagining a taste that will enter your wanting mouth
To past to the back of your throat
Wetting your lustful appetite
So, you open the door and slowly glide to your knees
Holding on to my body like it’s the last bottle of
Hennessy
Savoring the taste as if the aroma
Have you a prisoner in its warm
Robust flavor
You continue to
LICK A my STO
Never stopping to take a break
Quivering with each stroke that you make on
My LICK A STO
Flickering your tongue
Faster and
Faster
Making each stroke counts
Taking in my liquid as if it was what you had
Anticipated
Down to the last drop
Until we meet again
On Friday
The same place
At the same time
My LICK A STO