Sipping from your Rose
I slowly spread your thighs, I'm at your moistened sacred place, I kissed my way along your thighs, at a slow deliberate pace
Enjoying every moment, nipping and kissing up your inner thigh, feeling your body quivering, listening to your sigh
Your sacred place is glistening, its like dew upon a Rose, you are the perfect blossom, the perfect flower I suppose
Slowly I part your petals, your bud glistens in the light, I'm honoured and I'm humbled to be with you tonight
To be chosen to pay homage, to sip your sweetest wine, to have you for the evening to have that taste devine
My tongue lapping, flicking, it dances on your swollen bud, engorged by your desire, full of your rampant blood
Why I was given this honour, I guess only you my Goddess knows, but I feel privileged to be between your thighs, sipping from your Rose
THE KINKY POET