She Mouths Loving Insults

An orgasm in the most intimate of ways.
She lay face down,
A pillow under her abdomen, her
Legs widely spread,
With my fingers exciting her and tongue,
At that most forbidden part,
The tip exploring tenderly, giving
Promise of probing deeper,
Driven by an insane passion,
We are unable to stop,
The depravity holds us both,
In its beautiful obscenity,
The mind hardly daring to believe,
That we are doing this.
While all of our senses know,
That it is real.
When she loses control, her body lifts,
Forcing my tongue inside.

And as her cries become unstoppable,
She mouths loving insults.