On tour
It's time to go travelling, my hungry lips will guide the way, I'm going to tour your body, my tongue just wants to play
I'll start at your pretty face, I'm captured by your smile, it's difficult to move on from your eyes, I'll be here a while
Kissing your eyelids, I move down to your nose and cheek, then I kiss your moist painted lips, on these alone I want a week
I force myself to carry on, your neck is no next port if call, I kiss it with tenderness, I'm make sure I get it all
Down towards your delicious tits, I'm desperate to bite and suck, you respond by moaning, I can't believe my luck
Nipples standing to attention, my tongue runs circles deep and slow, I must leave a calling card just before I go
A bruise to remind her, of the fleeting moments that we've spent, before moving lower, hunting like a Tiger whose got a scent
My head is now on the path, I'm deep between your thighs, kissing your curves slowly, I love to hear your sighs
You push your hips open wider, your glistening lips are in full view, I put my mouth to you, my tongue knows what to do
Lapping from your sacred place, I feel your hand holding griping tightly to my head, I'm tongue fucking you, whilst you're rising from the bed
Perfectly we move in time, our rhythm moves as one, my tongue running deep inside, desperate to make you cum
Juices running down my chin, I try to catch each single drop, you calling out my name, begging me don't stop
Now yiu have two hands on me head, you're grinding in my face, I feel your cumming so I start to lick with pace
With a almighty shudder, you flood my face with cum, I feel you collapse flat back on the bed, I guess my tour is done
I've travelled to many places, but none as exotic from this bed, a land full of wonderous sights, tastes and sounds, visited in my head
THE KINKY POET