Drawing my finger down your spine

With the lightest possible touch.

I caress your sacrum with my lips,

My tongue gently moving to part your cheeks,

Fingers slide over your wetness,

The wetness that always grows at my touch.

Smiling, I blow a stream of air from my lips

And watch your lips glisten and quiver in response.

I love the way your cunt responds to me!

Your head still more than half asleep,

And yet your body, vibrant to my touch 

I watch as a trickle of your juices pools upon the bedsheet,

I collect it on my tongue and taste your morning dew.

I whisper, “you are, without doubt, the most giving 

and the most beautiful cunt in all the world.”

Very gently, oh so gently

I lick your swelling lips

Probing for your nub of intensity

My tongue flicks her tip

Once, twice a third time,

As your body stirs in response,

And your hips lift in eager need.