For a man… well, a boy, so damn young’
I must say, he’s impressively hung,
She thought, coming again,
And again, and again…
And so handsome! And such a smooth tongue!
Tag: tongue
The slippery slope
Sixteen, making out, slippery-sloping,
Tongue kissing, cock-gripping, groping…
It seems like he might
Try to fuck her tonight,
She thinks, rubbing him, wishing and hoping!
Cold comfort
Her cold heart began, slowly, to melt.
If she’d known how the poor fellow felt…
He’d confessed though, at last…
More tongue! Not so damn fast!
She cried, clasping his head, where he knelt.
In the heat of the moment
Well, you know… it can be hard to gauge,
In the heat of the moment… the age
Of a girl. (Too damn young?
God! She’s good with her tongue!)
Though you could, perhaps, ask, at some stage.
More than she can chew
“Are you certain all this is quite safe?”
She attempted to say, the poor waif,
Indistinct, through her gag.
“Can’t we just have a shag?
That damn pussy rope’s starting to chafe!”
The direct approach
She was curvy and pretty, big-breasted.
“Nice tits! Want a root?” he suggested.
“You’re pretty well hung,”
She said. “Show me your tongue…
Yeah… Go down on me first,” she requested.
A soft touch
A slow hand, a smooth tongue, a soft touch;
Going down on her, foreplay and such;
Take your time! Not too fast!
When you fuck her at last,
She might protest a bit but not much!
Festina lente
Once they’d kissed, she was quickly denuded.
So long! All those years deluded!
Hands, fingers, his tongue,
But so hasty, the young!
The whole thing all too swiftly concluded!
Feminine mystique
She was beautiful, tall young and sleek,
Ample-breasted, lips bee-stung, unique!
She lay sprawled on his bed,
“I could eat you!” he said,
Which was true, although said tongue-in-chic!
The subjectivity of history
She’d had so many lovers, although,
Who was best? How’s a woman to know?
One was good with his tongue,
Some were kinky, well hung,
Others simply just too long ago!