Today I have eaten,

a true feast of delicious food,

I have savored the mellow taste of aged scotch.

A truly enjoyable day.

I need only to taste you,

to bring my night to perfection;

to feel your moist lips,

open to my tongue.

You are already moist in anticipation for these pleasures,

and I am now moist as well;

my sweet honey for your tongue is here ready for you,

as my tongue already taste you.

But, as many of life's pleasures are,

the reality is far different.

As my tongue seeks you,

I find only my lips, wet and hungry.

As your moist lips await me,

they find only my moisture within.

As my shaft swells in the thought of you,

it finds only distance between us.

I will hold myself,

your body in my mind;

and believe that you grasp me,

tender yet firm;

and your hand strokes me,

pulling me in;

and your lips taste me,

my liquour so sweet.

And I will seek pleasure,

release and abandon.

And you will seek my fullness,

stretching your body,

massaging your soul,

taking me within you,

pulling me close.

Already you know the taste of my body,

the taste of my sweat,

the taste of my kiss,

and the taste of my passion;

and yet you want more...

So I feed you,

a morsel at first,

your tongue licks it,

taste it and savors it so.

But you want more

and you open your mouth,

and I submit to your pleasures,

and enter you deep.

Your tongue swirls around me,

driving me wild

as I plunge in you deeper,

and yet you still desire more.

But it is a fantasy,

my hand is your mouth,

your tongue is not licking,

it is all in my mind.

But in my mind,

my body is yours

and I pump even harder

to bring it to end.

My body lurches,

my body explodes.

Stroke and another

I pump to the end,

my liquid escapes,

covers my chest.

And I smile,

warm and contented.

Till we meet,

my sweet love.