She said “Well,” in a manner off-handed,
“You’re nice, to be perfectly candid;
You’re strong and you’re young,
But you don’t use your tongue,
And that fuck we just had was bog-standard.”
Tag: tongue
Epicurean curiosity
Woman’s clitoris, delicate, tiny,
Concealed, pink, pearly and shiny,
Peruse not in haste;
One should savour the taste,
Strangely sweet to the tongue, and yet briny!
A word in his ear
She drew close, pressed her lips to his ear,
Said something he couldn’t quite hear;
Her tongue, warm and wet,
Though they’d only just met,
Made her meaning abundantly clear!
Taste test
First she gave it a tentative lick,
Just the tip of her tongue, a quick flick;
She smiled, moistened her lip,
And embraced first the tip,
Then the rest, which came out hard and slick!
The gallant suitor
Going down on a woman is gallant.
Some men, of course, find it repellant,
But girls, old and young,
Love a touch of the tongue,
And appreciate men with this talent!
The gasp
He unfastened her brassiere clasp;
She emitted a small startled gasp.
But the next part was best,
When he licked at each breast,
With a tongue like a hot, fleshy rasp.
Going spare
What he did with his tongue drove her spare!
Too much bliss for a woman to bear!
He hummed, nibbled and licked,
Sucked and darted and flicked;
Would the man never come up for air?
The end of her tether
She’d about reached the end of her tether:
She strained to escape, while her nether
Parts tingled and stung,
From his lips and his tongue,
And the kiss of the cane and the leather.
Slip of the tongue
When she told him “I love you”, it merely
Rolled off her tongue and was sheerly
Dumb verbal luck;
Still, the preceding fuck
Had been nice, though she’d put it so queerly!