A Taste of Her

The anticipation builds as I part those tender folds,
Diving into the warmth, my tongue explores, bold.

The intoxicating scent, a mix of musk and desire,
Ignites a primal need, setting my soul on fire.

Her taste, a symphony of nectar so divine,
With every lick and suck, her essence becomes mine.

I savour every drop, every trembling moan,
Lost in the rhythm, in a world all our own.

Her thighs quiver, her body responds to my touch,
Her juices flow freely, a waterfall, a rush.

I drink her in, every bit, every inch,
Her pleasure is my purpose, my ultimate clinch.

Her clit, a jewel, swollen and sweet,
I tease and I torment, feeling her heat.

She writhes and she begs, her breath ragged and wild,
In this moment of ecstasy, she is free, unbeguiled.

The room fills with the sounds of her passionate cries,
As I worship her core, between her thighs.

Her hands in my hair, she pulls me deeper still,
Our connection is electric, a shared thrill.

Her climax builds, a tidal wave ready to break,
I feel her body tighten, her legs start to shake.

With a final, fervent kiss, she reaches her peak,
And I'm lost in her rapture, her pleasure unique.

As she comes down from the heights we've explored,
I lay beside her, both of us floored.

Her taste lingers on my lips, a sweet souvenir,
Of the passion we shared, intimate and dear.