The button

The button


I want to see your button, hiding deep within your Rose, I want to get so close to it, it's almost on my nose

I want to make it glisten, I have a desire to make it wet, I want to flick it soft then hard, or maybe better yet

I want to make circles, to paint patterns with my tongue, I want you to squirt in my face, once my job is done

Your pretty pink button, i dream of it most nights, soft, warm and snuggled in a pussy that's oh so nice and tight

I'd love to push your petals apart, the thought makes my poor heart race, then I'd get between your legs, then bury in my face

Juices all over me, you taste is so sweet and so devine, I'd love to eat you forever, or until at least the end of time

I'm desperate to press your button, to see how you react, watch you in a frenzy as you reach the final act

Watch your body shaking, listen to you moan and groan, as I lick those final licks, the ones that brings you home

So next time you stroke your button, remember how lucky you are, for there's a boy who dreams of you, but you're away so far

But in his head he's tasted you, he's licked and danced upon your clit, but sadly for him it's just a dream, but he'd love to see your slit

Ron