She lowers herself onto my waiting face,

Her essence a heady perfume, a tender embrace.

Her weight on my lips, a delicious pressure,

As I taste the beginning of our intimate pleasure.

She sits upon my eager face, a throne of pleasure's grace,

Her weight a tantalizing press, igniting fires to confess.

With breath held tight, I begin to trace, her intimate and hidden space,

My tongue explores, a tender grace, worshipping her in this embrace.

Her sweet rear entrance, a forbidden treasure,

A place of passion, where sensations find their measure.

My tongue glides with gentle artistry, a dance of lust and mystery,

As she rides my face with fervent glee, my mouth her sanctuary.

The dim light casts shadows, a dance on the wall,

As I begin my worship, answering her sensual call.

My lips press softly, a feather-light touch,

Exploring her secrets, my desire's clutch.

Her breath quickens, a symphony of need,

As my tongue traces circles, a rhythm to heed.

I delve into the depths, seeking her delight,

A dance of tongues, a passionate flight.

Her fingers clutch the sheets, a symphony of ecstasy,

My tongue an instrument, playing sensually.

With each flicker, each caress, her pleasure finds its peak,

A symposium of passion, the desires we both seek.

Her soft moans fill the air, a melody of desire,

Fueling my own yearning, setting me on fire.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, a gentle tug,

Guiding me, urging me, as her pleasure does thug.

In this sultry dance, where pleasure's found,

I explore her depths, every inch unbound.

As I taste her passion, a feast for my soul,

Her hips move with longing, a fervent goal.

Her body responds, a symphony in motion,

As she grinds against me with a lover's devotion.

Her hips sway in rhythm, a sensual dance,

As I continue my worship, a willing trance.

My tongue follows the curves, an exploration bold,

Delving deeper, a story of desires untold.

I trace the edges, the tender folds I taste,

As she moves above me, a delicate haste.

Her buttocks caress my cheeks, a velvet touch,

Pressing me deeper, I revel in this much.

With every glide, her essence fills the air,

Driving my passion, making me aware.

I lose myself in this intimate terrain,

As her pleasure builds, a sweet refrain.

Her moans grow louder, a crescendo of need,

My devotion to her, an offering indeed.

And as she grinds, lost in her own world,

I continue my worship, my desires unfurled.

Her body, my canvas, my tongue the brush,

Creating a masterpiece, a passionate rush.

Deeper still, my tongue ventures forth,

Past the rim, exploring her sacred north.

Her body trembles, a symphony of delight,

As I follow her lead, my touch so right.

Her walls embrace me, a tight caress,

A journey of pleasure, a sensual finesse.

I taste her essence, her intimate core,

Lost in this moment, craving more and more.

She rides my face, her movements bold,

A dance of desire, a story untold.

My tongue delves deeper, a passionate trance,

As she grinds and writhes, lost in a sensual dance.

Her moans echo, a melody of ecstasy,

As I continue my worship, setting her free.

Her pleasure consumes us, a wildfire untamed,

In this intimate act, our desires are named.

Her body and mine, entwined in this game,

As I please her, my devotion aflame.

She rides my face, her pleasure my goal,

Her body, my canvas, a masterpiece of soul.

Her fingers explore, finding her pearl's delight,

As my tongue continues its intimate flight.

I lick and caress, a dual pleasure dance,

Her sensations intensify, in a passionate trance.

Her moans crescendo, a sweet symphony,

As I explore her desires with wild intensity.

Her pearl and her rose, both receiving my adoration,

Arousing her senses, an exquisite sensation.

She grinds and rocks, lost in this bliss,

As my tongue explores, igniting her deepest abyss.

Her pleasure ignites, a wildfire of need,

Her body responding, a sensual creed.

Her release approaches, a tidal wave's peak,

As she succumbs to the sensations I seek.

I'm her muse, her vessel of desire,

As she finds ecstasy, her passions on fire.

In this intimate act, we're intertwined,

Her pleasure and mine, perfectly aligned.

She rides the waves of pleasure's sweet embrace,

As I continue my worship, a timeless chase.

She reaches the climax, a burst of ecstasy,

Her body shudders in pleasure's decree.

A moan escapes her lips, a cry of release,

As she surrenders to pleasure, her inner peace.

Her essence flows, a river of delight,

As she cums on my face, in the dim candlelight.

I revel in her pleasure, her vulnerability displayed,

Her body's response, a masterpiece I've made.

Her hips tremble and quiver, the aftershocks ensue,

I drink in her pleasure, every sensation I pursue.

She rides the waves of orgasmic sensation,

As I bask in her glow, our intimate connection.

Her breath returns, a slow and steady pace,

As she comes down from her passionate chase.

I hold her close, our bodies entwined,

In this intimate moment, pure and refined.

She smiles at me, her eyes full of desire,

Gratitude and pleasure, a burning fire.

In this act of worship, we found our delight,

She came on my face, in the embrace of the night.

And in the aftermath, she gazes down at me,

With a smile of satisfaction, from her pleasure set free.

Our connection deepened, in this act so profound,

As I worshipped her, my Mistress, my pleasure unbound.