What Tongues Are Really For
Posted on: 12 October 2006
- In: poetry
- 5 Comments
Willingly I part my lips to welcome this dark stranger
As I savour its taste, one by one each sense explodes
My tongue tentatively explores this new sensation
Working its way around its hardness
Solid within the depths of my mouth
With every stroke of my tongue
It melts a little and thaws like virgin snow
The satin liquid sliding seductively down my waiting throat
Eagerly my tongue reaches out for more
To nibble, bite and suck this sensual texture of fine silk
My burning desire dissolves its dense firmness
With every greedy lick it softens ’til it becomes no more
My craving sated, an orgasmic orgy of delight
With mixed emotions of satisfaction and sinful guilt
My dirty secret
But I can never resist its charms
It never lets me down
It never fails me
And I can barely wait with avid anticipation for the next time
When all alone I will hide away and slowly stroke another
A new one, a fresh one
In its entirety, all of it
Its whole length
Before I carefully expose it
And lick my lips
And slide my hand around it
And dreamily close my eyes
And pop it longingly into my waiting mouth
copyright 2006 ann raven
5 Responses to "What Tongues Are Really For"
4 | Tony Grant
13 October 2006 at 16:41
Wow what a beautiful version of what I like to call “waiting to come” I loved reading it, again and again and again!!!
at home with ann 
12 October 2006 at 03:53
Most definitely the necter of the Gods, that ambrosia of bliss.
Chocolate. *smacks lips*