A poem of longing
I long for your touch
the feel of your hands on my face, my back, my breast.
I long for your soft kisses
upon my lips with promises of so much more.
I long for your mouth to nibble my ear
lingering there before placing soft kisses upon my neck and shoulders.
Slowly, with deliberate purpose kissing your way down to my nipples.
I whimper with longing as your mouth claims my nipples,
Sucking them in as your hands roam over my stomach.
I spread my legs longing for your touch.
You tease my desire letting your hands linger just outside my folds.
I squirm with longing as your fingers find my liquid essence dripping freely.
You toy with me, running your fingers back and forth, teasing my love canal.
I gasp with longing as your fingers pump in and out.
Your mouth never leaving my nipples.
My eyes glazed with desire I beg for sweet release.
I let out a moan, dripping with longing as I feel your mouth release my nipple.
You look up at me with longing as your mouth replaces your fingers.
I can't hold back my longing any longer as your tongue claims me.
I long to taste my sweet nectar upon your soft lips.