Tongue Master06:11 Jan 04 2006
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The crease of your thigh simply makes me sigh,
I'm adrift and in love, feeling as if I could fly.
As my tongue tip slowly slides, over and across,
In a world of sheer bliss here, without any loss.
I hear you sweetly sigh, with a pleasured moan,
I’ve got no intention at all of even heading home.
I run my tongue tip across, heading to your tummy,
Knowing this sweet trick, the one that's so yummy.
Nerve ends tingle, as you surely quiver and squeal,
The sensation of this one, is something truly unreal.
You pull me away, but then shove me right back,
Excited pleasure within you, this not at doesn't lack.
I haven’t even touched you down there, not as yet,
But you arch shiver and shake, and it’s a sure bet.
Lying there shrieking, writhing endlessly about,
Thrust pelvic actions, leave me not the least doubt.
Again you're arching, in a wildest potent climax,
Just from my tongue tips, slow very gentlest of acts.
Only a few can master, this sure ancient act of old,
It’s a masterful art that’s more precious as is gold.
The tongue tips power, surely potent although small,
Making you scream, climax rise, and slowly fall.
The trick to this one, getting the pressure just right,
Knowing the nerve points for this pleasured delight.
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