Your Tongue...

Your tongue, when placed so excitingly here,

Could explore the lines of each corner on my body.

It would eagerly seek out the places sensible to me,
And make me shiver, tremble and squeal.

It would crazily swim in my mouth,
Flooding it with sweet sensuality.
And you know how well you fit between my thighs.
Tracing the line up my skin
While hardening your already stiffened flesh.

Could I resist it's call as you trace my lips,

And probe between my legs so gently?

Should I feel the wet touch just behind my ear?

Could I in all conciousness, not give you what you want?

Would I not surrender when you caress my breast,
And open my soul with the tip of your tongue?
And would I crave the taste of your tongue,
Long after you have pulled it away from me?



 I've never thought of it like this before.
Never wanted it like this before. 
Not with this frequency. 
Not with this intensity. 
Now I find out that I'm bewitched, 
with thoughts of you entering the forbidden place, 
of finding your way inside, with your tongue.

Come let your tongue tickle my senses,

And let it sense my sensitive spots.

Lick and caress my body with your 'always-so-eager, ready and willing, hungry and lusting' tongue.