Tongue Strokes

Heat rises from your body beneath my fingers
Descends on me like a warm shower
The sounds you’re making already has me swimming
Deep strokes, short strokes, side strokes anything for your pleasure
Your mind is lost somewhere between dueling worlds of existence
Inside the warmth of my mouth my tongue is hungry
Anxious to taste your sweetness that will be devoured
You lay there awaiting the instant
The heat of my tongue sucks your nectar from its flower
Get comfortable, you will be there for hours.


Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-5-06…5:14pm
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