The taste
I wonder what you taste like, i guess inside my head, i imagine that it's Peach flavoured, when dreaming in my bed
I bet it tastes like heaven, like a very special wine, delicious to run around my tongue, I'm sure it is devine
Slowly dripping from your pussy, I'd love to take a sip, or collect it from my fingers, once they've had a little dip
I'm sure juice from my fingers, would taste superb of course but I'd rather go down on you and take it from its source
Maybe it tastes like Strawberry or a delicious fresh whipped cream, I can only guess from here, only imagine in a dream
I only know one thing for sure, I'd never eat in haste, I'd take my time enjoying you, no drop would go to waste
So whatever real flavour that you are, I hope you tell me straight, because I'll never taste you by some cruel twist of fate
Your are many miles away, you just walk amongst my dreams, destined to a mind fuck or that's just how it seems
So please do me a favor, next time you're getting wet and hot, taste your pussy's juice for me, let me know the taste you got
The Kinky Poet