He pushed the wool aside with his fingers,
feeling it not too coarse at all,
almost as sweetly fine and pleasant
as her stylish bob he'd admired before
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
Leaving the partially exposed tenderness
of her buttoned and soft flowing curtains,
he shifted slightly, nuzzling her thigh,
wetting his tongue for her curious skin
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
A tongue tap turned to gently pressured teeth
as one hand was firm unrelenting
moving the muscles of her other leg
a hint to the tenderest of openings
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
And soon he replaced that hint of a bite
with his first hand now on this leg
firmly controlling - he opened her wide
to part her most vulnerable playthings
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
Knowing too well the shock waves attending
he ran his nose and his tongue up the folds
between her thigh and her ass,
her fast warming vulva, and kissed her
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
And he followed moments later
gently lip by lip to her other side
from soft thigh past heated mound
to her belly kiss softness again
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
Then the accidental flesh of his tongue
admiring her swelling abundance,
her attention, at attention he enjoyed
the first hints of soon-to-freely-flow tea
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
Her delightedly aroused systems
of intimacy and pleasure
forced the issue of power
as he reduced his pressure to butterfly
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
Now he started playing a game of
anything but touch it with his tongue
with her high-voltage battery
and the loosening buttons her skin
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
Sensitive yet aching she asked
to be unleashed right now, please!
in a shower of dreams, a panorama
of explosions across her mind
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
Guidedly, guardedly indirect pressure
is almost more than enough,
her lips now gorged and yearning
begging for not-quite-yet release
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
Swollen so firm and enjoying his attentions,
his indirectedly constant repetitions,
rewarding him with constant admonitoions
she encouraged him to continue ad libitem
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
Unwarned he tasted her deepest draughts
of headwaters cool, pressures promising
her shuddering sliprings and welcoming
thoroughly prepared muscle and tone
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
She knew she would soon come as she
tried to press hard against his tongue with
thoughts of soft hearts riding his readiness,
shuddering tightly to draw him inside
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
His promises rose briefly within her reach
her shaking hands feverishly busy -
but he soon distracted her and unbusied
with his tongue buzzing in her brain
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
The still fire at the epicenter of her delight
would ache for the tiniest flickers
the indirectest of his pressures
the imperceptible tongue-tip treasures
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
Libration - vibrations impressionable
labial pressures so indescribable
clitoral contact so small and ephemeral
portending the earthquakes of the night
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
Until! With a shudder, with surprise
one but just and only one
smooth slow firm relentless
closing pressure of his tongue
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
His purposeful tongue, gone and here,
gone and here, now and thenm
driven from almost penetration's heat
to a slip between her lips, a kiss
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
A kiss knowing and forceful -
yet oh-so "barely touching"
her Venus' hood trapped and
electric with anticipation so strong it -
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
It felt like he let her go so hard
like a mountain falling to her,
like a river climbing valleys high
like a free-fall from Moon to stars above -
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
He once and only once now, now
let loose a series of flickers
from the base to the tip
from the base to the tip
(and he did not pause once at all)
from her base to his lip
from her tip to his base
a pressure spinning trip
of a thousand sparkle tips
(DO NOT STOP she cried)
and with the lips at her tip
her mind filled with dreams
his tongue could not slip -
arching her back hard she screamed
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
While he plunged two of his fingers
deeply to her pulsing caverns
against the closing gasps and flow
seeking the heart of her suns
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
And he tore a new hole
through her quivering mind
starting right there
and then
(and he paused to lick his tongue)
And then he started
to make love to her soul
from between the folds
of her being whole
