Her nipples stand at attention
Waiting anxiously for his tongue inspection

He makes a move waiting for their objection
But there they stand in full erection
Round and in alarming perfection
Crying out softly in his direction
Waiting for him
Calling his name
Stating they are free
Asking him to be
Over and over again
As if participating in some type of teasing game

Underestimating the hype of their increasing fame
His tongue starts to fiddle
With them in circles

Fiddle, fiddle and fiddle
As they stare back in his face and giggle
Fiddle, fiddle and fiddle

His tongue starts to fiddle
Suck them very gently
Suck them relentlessly
Suck them for a time, which is lengthy
And then her body starts to wriggle
She is witnessing the titillating tingles
Whispering out loud that she’s very single

A moan escapes her mouth
Now she knows
What his magic tongue is about
He holds her breasts in his hand
And strokes them like his precious gem
Her thighs quiver and shake and shake
As her heart beats endlessly awake

Her nipples rise up like a sprout
Red and swollen about to shoot out
Pure milky gladness
Waiting again for his mouth

Nibble, nibble and nibble
His mouth starts to nibble
Producing sensation ripples
Throughout her body magically simple
Until her body lies completely feeble

Beneath her lies a certain silky wetness
Conceived from an orgasm of erotic madness

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

Sylvia Chidi

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