It wasn't the slow, long wet lick of the tip of his tongue,
That made my legs quiver,
My thighs tighten around his head,
My voice gasp
It wasn't the slow circle of his tongue around my clit,
That made my fingers grasp deep into the mattress,
My lungs inhale deeply
It wasn't the width of his tongue, opening the slit of my vulva lips wide,
As it slowly trace down its split open trail,
Making me my voice sigh, out loud
It wasn't his tongue darting and circling on my pink moist opening,
That made my body vibrate with miniature tremors,
My voice gravel
It was when his tongue dove deep into the softness of my pink flesh,
And received its first taste of my honey sweet depths,
That made us moan....
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