The Tongue Dance

A teasing word

A rhyme or two

Evocative prose

An ache ensues

Tempt and tease

A blush in time

Aching increases

Breathing is heavy

Pants and sighs

Ache again rises

Now trembling thighs

Razor stubble chafing

Frantic restless reaching

Towards that highest peak

Begin begging, beseeching

Wet tongue dips and flicks

Finger temps just so

Just a little more

Please I beg you so

You look at me

With wicked grin

Pressing that finger

So slowly in.

That is all it took

I quaked and shook

You smiled at me

With that wicked look..

My body spent

I glance at your pants

Spying your tent

My turn to tongue dance

It’s now your turn

I say with a smile

God please Yes!

It has been awhile…