My Dancing Tongue

It was my tongue

and it’s seductive movement

as I alighted on her nipple

that led her forwards

My fingers tongue and toes

Dancing the light fandango

over the bumps of her areoles

responding to my wants

Her pink nipple turned darker

As she stiffened with pleasure

The tip of my tongue

Brushing pleasure

Seeking beads of dew

My tongue twisting

Wrapping around her

intense need

Hardening under

my ministrations

Her body moving

to the beat of my dance

Having stirred one side

I drift to the other

on wings of gossamer

Beginning again

my dance of delight

Her chest now heaving

As her dew begins to seep

Her trimmed patch sticky

Her aroma

exquisite

Her plump form

rewarding me

As she revels in her pleasure.