Fellare

It was the stifle of your groan,
That got me going.
There was not a single experience,
That feels as pleasurable.
Throbbing veins, blood pumped up.
You were at your utmost glory.
Regardless of the lack of your vigor,
I wanted you to feel warmth,
In every inch of your body.
Let me guide you to my taste.
I parted your stand,
Like Moses parted the red sea.
I was reincarnated,
A sudden believer.
A loyal servant,
A devoted worshipper.
Part my lips and then enter.
The feel of your phallus,
And i was in total salvation.
The tip of my tongue with your tip,
They were striking a conversation.
The movement of my neck,
Accompanied with a slight rotation.
The way you fluttered your eyelids,
It was my newly discovered addiction.
With how you run my hair,
It was an arrant addition.
My tongue was talking in action,
Glistening with excitement,
And much fascination.
I was speaking french,
In between your region.
With hunger,
Like years of starvation.
With thirst also desire
And a bit of caution.
I want you to have the comprehension
If you feel like you need another rendition
I'm always ready for the interaction
And more profound rigorous exploration
©yulyana