The kiss I lift you to my mouth. The abundance of your wetness greets me and my mouth overflows with your warm essence. Your sweet taste is on my tongue and your fragrance delights my senses. No gentle lick this visit. No bashful cautious approach For I wish to consume you. Push against my hungry mouth As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals. Thrust against my generous tongue. Show me the power of your desire for my oral caress. My exploring tongue lifts the hood and finds your smooth firm pearl. You squeal in that unique way, signaling that I have found your special spot. I harden in response. My jaws protests what my open mouth provides but I am unrelenting in my gift, intent only on your fulfillment. I feel your body tense, and you are quiet now...Concentrating... bearing down. Soon now my love, ecstasy approaches. You push hard and fast against my tongue, shameless in using me and I so willingly comply until you cry out...and in your satisfaction,I will find mine. But mine will be the greater.