My mouth hunger for the taste of you,
The feel of your soft hard flesh, as it ease gingerly past my lips,
The feel of its girth, as it demands room for expansion,
The feel of its flawed curvature, as its length pushes deeper into the wetness of my mouth,
The feel of the smooth head of your length, as it touch the back of my throat,
And leave me breathless...
And once my mouth has had its full of you,
I love the way you quench my thirst, with the purity of your juices...