The pleasure of the tongue

The pleasure of the tongue

My slippery tongue slides sensually
parting her perfect pink folds
tracing up and down
scuttling to the blissful center
drinking of her passion
flicks like a cobra to hooded throb
a sigh from the gentle sucking
from the marching invasion of fingers
hips bob like driftwood
caught between the rocky shore
of gripping calloused hands.

"Yes, Yes, Yes," she cries
as he is being pulled toward the womb
as speech gives way to breathless whimpers
grunted syllables speaking in tongues
exquisite pleasure winds tighter
up against those buried fingers
the relentless flicking of the tireless tongue
a quickening to ecstasy
tighter she winds
thrashing against pure euphoria
 like a geyser, she erupts
waves of sheer delight
explode from the axis of her treasure
as she screams into the silent night
being held secure by loving strong arms