Going Down

It is where I would like to be most.

Right between your legs,

You are my leopard; you are my host.

Let me gaze upon your passage way.

Right between your legs,

Welcome to the kingdom of foreplay.

Our tryst has just begun,

Right between your legs,

It’s where I nuzzle upon your sacred garden.

As I taste your inner beauty.

Right between your legs,

Inside I explore deeply.

Tonight, my tongue is a serpent.

Right between your legs,

My touch upon your lips will be potent.

With my tongue I orchestrate a symphony.

Right between your legs,

I first start out so very gently.

Then with a strong powerful thrust.

Right between your legs,

I taste, I must.

I will lick voraciously forever.

Right between your legs,

I’ll move in even closer.

You are my Aphrodite in essence.

Right between your legs,

I swallow your innocence.

Summer moon in the mist.

Right between your legs,

Gyrating in and out, just kissed.

Humming birds have nothing on me.

Right between your legs,

My speed is fiery.

I gather your moist lips with my tongue.

Right between your legs,

Your orgasmic chorus has been sung.

The clock strikes midnight.

Right between your legs,

A torrid affair we unite.

© 2005 David Greg Harth

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