They say the apex is where our tongue tells our mind what taste best.
With a snakes breath I flutter my tongue in between both breast.
As I glide down your chest, you grab both thighs and arch your back high with every gentle sigh.
My tongue dances around your navel like a rain dance to bring the precipitation within the walls that lay within you.
And what’s in you is a nourishment that I’ve been nursing with that between your legs I leave these gentle kisses.
The taste, reminiscent of your skin.
An escape from my sins, a way to stop a world that spins.
My tongue on you is everything I want to do.