Let Me Know When You Are Finished

Thought Process
What triggers the change
One moment you are behaving
What some would say is normally
It takes a look
A chance holding glance
A whiff of aftershave
A sense of this is the moment
Recalling a moment in time
Lingering on the memory
Let me know when your finished
Why do you not intend to partake in this process?
My face is buried between warm thighs and my nose is nestled in your soft public hairs
You smell heady and divine
My tongue is probing your soft petals, they are hot and plump
You hold my head in position as my tongue probes and flickers. Can you hold on, do you want to hold on as pleasure pulsates throughout your entire body. You thighs tighten around head but I push on determined not to stop until your are spent and can bear my tongue no more
So when you say, let me know when your finished
It was hurtful.