Used today
It's always wet and wiggly, it's hungry for some play, it's desperate to get inside a hole, every single day
It loves to flex its muscles, it loves to fence and fight, like two famous Swordsman, dueling through the night
It probes and flicks and parries, looking to get the most control, looking to strike the killer blow, inside your mouth it loves to go
Moving down your body, it tracks your every sensual curve, running around your nipples, electrifying every nerve
Painting patterns on your body, though none will be seen or found, plotting his course to ecstasy, deep inside your mound
With thumbs he parts your petals, the way for the tongue is clear, he holds you by your sexy hips, he pulls you in so near
So now your pussy's within its reach, the hungry tongue has found its goal, it dives inside your wetness, digging towards your soul
Now it's at the place it loves the best, doing the job what a tongue is for, pleasuring a dream girl, no tongue could ask for more
Sipping on her dripping Peach, juices running down the tongue, he dances on her cliterus, until she blows her cum
Then get scoops up his reward, his job is nearly done, he snuggles up to dance upon her nape, until the morning Sun
He loves to leave her happy, he's flexed his muscles for this day, he rests now sound in the knowledge, he's been used today
THE KINKY POET