LOVE BEFORE HIS SHAVE (ANOTHER)

Feel of his beard's tickle
upon shaved lower lips
stirred initial trickle
from in between her hips.
 
Up and down, side to side
his tongue pleasured skin fold.
He prised her legs just wide
enough as his face rolled.
 
She moaned in pained pleasure
at his stiff whiskers' rub
while his tongue found treasure
of her clitoral stub.
 
Backwards she stretched her head,
as  she drew up her thighs,
kept him chest down on bed.
Loud grew her reflex sighs.
 
Fingers twined in his hair
forced him keep his head down,
carry on licking there
or her juice could him drown.
 
His face on her less rough
when soaked in his babe's oil.
Time for bits to do stuff,
so hot did their bloods boil.
 
She relaxed grip of thighs.
so he could push head up,
bring his manhood's full size
to her loins, begin tup.