FIRST WHITE

First drops white upon my lips
as I give head, front of your hips.
Like a first fall of virgin snow,
this I have stirred up from below.
I savour this, first taken taste
of you from depths below your waist.
 
I hear your pleasured moanings rise
like an offering to the skies.
I'm on my knees, yet have power
to bring you out as I devour,
swallowing your manly lotion
as an act in my devotion.