THE TRICKS OF MY TONGUE

Your anatomy
dangling just for me
to take in my mouth,
raise rumbles down south,
as I bring pleasure
to the crown treasure.
 
The tricks of my tongue
upon your well-hung
bits I like to play
at the end of day,
helping you unwind,
making your hips grind
as forwards and aft
I lick on your shaft
of muscle, gristle
while nipples bristle
against your bare knees.
I hear your vain pleas
to our creator,
name your fellator
in such moansome tones
they get to my bones.
 
You grip my head hair,
keep my head down there,
then give scalp massage.
How well you enlarge
as your Dick takes shape
in my mouth agape.
 
Can't believe your luck?
So keen is my suck
you tell me, 'Slow down
or I'll make you drown
if too quick I come!"
My answer is "Yum!"
while like a cigar
your manhood's now far
advanced in its length,
I squeeze with tongue strength.
 
I take mouth off Dick
so I can then lick
the hairy scrotum,
the home of your cum.
your glands pendulous,
teabagged without fuss.
I brief hold your plums
between my toothed gums,
tantalizingly,
voice at my mercy.....

Then it's back to Dick,
your lust's fire wick.
I massage its head
of a pinkish red
with my tongue's tip,
the precum I sip.
 
Meanwhile I apply
in my inner thigh
my own fingertips
to my nether lips
to bring out my juice,
now drippingly loose,
so I can mount up
on your tool and tup.