With every lick
To see you dressed in Red lace lingerie always puts a smile across my face, glimpses of your sexy curves, when your draped in soft Red lace
It clings to you so wonderfully, it enhances every curve, to me it feels like Christmas, a present I don't deserve
Mesmerized by your eyes, a hunger to kiss those painted lips, once I've smudged your lipstick, I will drink your nectar in small sips
First I pull you to my chair, I run my hands across your lace covered skin, my mind gets overloaded with thoughts of love and sin
I unwrap my wonderous gift, the red lace is crumpled on the floor, you are there naked, I look over you once more
You help me onto my bed, we kiss and cuddle at a steady pace, then you climb over me and nestle your pussy on my face
My tongue pushes past your petals, you smell and taste devine, even whilst I was licking you, these words fell into line
Each lick was a syllable, as the words grew in my mind, as you began to cum, the rhymes ending, I did find
I was now drown in your juice, I tasted your wine with every lick, later I recalled it all, luckily some poems stick
THE KINKY POET