I want to tell you how much you mean to me.

How much I love you,

Why I couldn’t be without you for more than a minute.

How my world would collapse if you left me

And how I would wander the streets in despair.

But that’s simply not true.

What is true, is that I adore your tool,

That long rope that dangles from between your legs

And the iron bar that it becomes

When I play with it, arousing it.

I adore its shiny, silky head,

And the way it smudges my lipstick with a wink.

I marvel at how my hand never quite encircles it,

And I love absorbing the mess it makes of my face

When it runs out of things to do.

I love stroking it while I look into your eyes.

You cannot know how much pleasure that gives me,

Captivating my attention with this simple motion.

The rhythm of sex is playing its tune

And I’m drawn, irrevocably, towards it.

My hand draws slowly downward,

Lips open in eager anticipation

A slight touch, the roll of the tongue,

The soft and silky surface, twitching away to your gasps

The squeeze of my hand, tightening its grip.

The deep suck of the head making you squirm.

Just an interlude before the main event

My mind smiles as I allow it to slip down my throat

Taking you deeper, breathing you in,

Before your body starts to feed me.

Still holding on to what little is left,

I squeeze and encourage; I slip and slide,

Over and over, up and down, wet and wild,

A never-ending rhythm of inevitability, smooth oral massage,

We both want it badly.

Slippery and unhurried, practised to perfection,

Edging you closer, ever closer.

The sounds you make, hint at my reward

I speed up, eager and needy for it,

A little faster up and down while my hand squeezes.

I inhale your sexual essence and I can feel it,

I can feel your release, smell it, taste it,

It’s coming, the rush of liquid is volcanic.

Ejected from the smallest hole and into its waiting cavern

The feeling is – unique.

Indescribable pleasure fills my senses, satisfying,

Splashing fluid massages my throat.

Solid and liquid, mixing as one.

My need to taste overwhelms me

Your food of love, swilling in my mouth.

I want to raise my head and tell you how much you mean to me.

How much I love you.

But that’s simply not true.

Would my world collapse if you left me?

Not while your taste lingers on my lips.