A Tip of Passion

Thane legs slightly open, with a passion bright,
My desire caught in the softness of your  light.
Drawn by your alluring stare, I inch closer bridging space that put you afar,
A glance of heaven within a tasty honey jar.

May I dip just the tip inside,
Where sweetness and warmth and stickiness hide.
I want to feel your wetness clings to my mushroom tip skin like a soft wet lace,
The nectar of passion, a gift to embrace.

The scent of sweet perfume with a hint of you fills up the air,
A passion uncondensed, divinely rare.
The tightness of your opening clings close surrounding my tip with a syrupy stream,
The heartbeat of an amazing wet dream.

I savor the feel, both tender and slow,
A liquid creates a stream embrace from the pink opening of heaven below.
Fingers kissed the peak of your breast followed by my tongue I taste sugar and dew,
A moment of bliss, eternal and true.

It started with a thought followed by a stare then the request of just the tip… just enough for both our souls to bare
And as I pull back from its luminous gleam,
I carry this sweetness of our passion into my dream.