THE TASTE OF A WOMAN

THE TASTE OF A WOMAN

He gazes. . . She standing there

Fresh out the shower she be

Couldn’t help but admire

Long been his adoration

Not one to reveal feelings

In the dark, kinky thoughts been kept

Fearing her judgement. . . but why!!

We both love cat and mouse play

The secret - domination

Yearned for in separate ways

She – via emotional

He – via the physical

Seeking other’s breaking point

Hmm, who would have winning hand

His head cocked askance, grinning

She utters nary a word

Just searching his face for clues

Say something, say anything!

How would he reveal to her,

Let alone voice what he feels

Better to voice with actions

Devil may care attitude

Walks past her nonchalantly

Hears a not so subtle “HMMPHH!!”

Turning around, what a scowl

Look of murder in her eyes

Meeting her incensed pouting

Steps in, gently grasps her hand

Soul piercing gazes exchanged

Signaling she’s at his whim

Empowered by her weakness

Knowing she could not resist

Tongue play uponst her fingers

Neglecting nary a spot

Kisses her palms, takes his time

 His tongue trails along her nails

Light tender slow caresses

Undulating side to side

Sliding alongst her soft flesh

Sensation most intriguing

Her eyes. . . ‘What are you doing’

His dart back, ‘Sshhhh, say nothing’

With their eyes locked steadfastly

Brings gingerly to his mouth

Her French-manicured fingers

Allowing her to feel the heat

Of his lips she hast long yearned

Tries to pull back from him. . . yet

Resistance proves futile

 Placing her pinkie inside 

His oral cavern of lust
The warmth inconceivable
The seductive soft raking
Of his teeth so damned heady
And those slow licks just too much
Straight up erotic torture!!

Her ring finger, his next prey
Long tongueing strokes laid down
Swirling, twirling round and round
Losing her concentration
Mustn’t give in . . . think gurl, think
Lets towel drop, distracting him
Steps back, giving him full view

Blessed with curves for dayz
Deep mocha areolas
Light tuft’d vulvic valley
Plot afoot to sway his stead
Leans back, spreading pucce lipps
Her middle finger she dipps
Then in waiting mouth she slipps

Pressing real tight to his chest
Partakes of capricious dare
Unfurling his oral beast
Sucks honeyed fingers. . . Now there!
Hmm, slight hint of pineapple
Teasing, have you more to share
Smirking - touching tongue to nose

Misses no beat, turns up heat
Picks up where last he left off
Stroking nimbly her wrist whilst
Kissing her thumb and index
Such delectable morsels
Licking them up and down

Like Good Humor Creamsicle

Emboldened, he sucks harder
Eyes closed, caught up in rapture
Soon finds her begging, cooing
Gasping, Struggling with unique
Sensations unknownst ‘til now
Tell-tale signs she’s succumbing
To this tantric tongue'd torture

Exhausted, prone on her back
Wracked by intense orgasms
Quivering, breathing shallow
These titillating techniques
She finds herself pondering
Fingers just orally fucked
Speaking in Tongues. . . Redefined