If You Had The Chance

I want you to skip the greetings. Forget the hellos, lay your body down and open your legs as I slide below.

I want your honey to drip down my fingers…

I have a taste for you. A tasting, favoring the thought to be fed with your serum.

Look at me. Ensure you don’t lose your sight because I want you to focus on this work I’ll be displaying. I want your stare to hypnotize me, let your soul let me know you are screaming for your baby.

I’m smiling… and you know the why, just let me show you the what and the how.

Let me make you feel at ease, allow my hands to glide through your skin. Using my lips to leave a trace of kisses as I admire your gift made for me to open.

Your moans are well-spoken, vocally expressing it felt good on each part of your body I attended to. May I rest? Resting my cheek against your thigh, puckering up and ready to devour. That yoni was being presented to my attention. Oh, the wetness…

Using my chin to slither in between, my tongue joins right in. Your juices are meant to be smears on my face. My tastebuds exploring your flavor… oh it’s quenching my thirst, she’s become my life savor.

Bringing my fingers to travel inside, to intensify this magical pleasurable ride.

Let me buckle up.

Let me take a lick, 3, 2, 1.

Keep still, I don’t want this to never end. My count down should prepares you to feel soon as the 1, I’ll have you stun, stuck, glued to my tongue.

Can you feel the wet drips, sliding down my face and down the round curve of your cheeks. Soaking the bed sheets and I.. am loving it here.

You fed my lust appetite. Now I’m ready for the morning greeting. Munching on your lunch in. The feeling of being a winner to a dinner plate of you.

And dessert. I say that as if it was simple but they say save the best for last, no sprinkle, I’m here for the rain…

If you had the chance… I want you to skip the greetings. Forget the hellos… I’m ready to stay down below and let you know… I’m where I belong.