The Taste of Lust

 
I Long For The Taste Of
You I must restraint my passion for it beats at a quicken pace. I look up and see pleasure and contentment on your face.
I kiss your inner thigh and reach and brush a nipple.
As my lips lightly touch your sensual dimple.
Parting of your love gate I'm met with a sweet flavor.
Slowly searching, enjoying, tasting your loving nature.
Your clitoral mound is swollen aching for more of my touch. Gently touch with the tip of my tongue me wanting just as much. Your hips rise to encourage the sweet contact.
I'm so aroused but I'm still holding back.
As I explore the softness of your womanhood.
Roll your nipples with palms of my hand
my member as hard as mahogany wood.
I push your legs toward your chest.
I part your soft lips to expose that sweet pink flesh.
I see that precious pearl that loves the tongue test.
Rising to suck your clitoral mound.
My finger gently stroking your muscle I hear your soulful sound. Sliding up to enter you
I give you just the tip.
Enjoying, savoring the feel of your love juice drip.
Thrusting in you till our hairs entwine and meet.
Grinding, moaning OOH I'm in you so deep.
We begin to have a soulful loving rhythm
that is slow and fulfilling.
Back down to taste you
I'm always more than willing.
It's something I have to always do.
I long for the taste of you!!