Lying
Betwixt, between,
I have swept my cheek ever lightly so
Against your soft skin,
Emanating measured heat from within
That which your columns suspend
Brands my brow with a silken kiss.
Only the tilt of my head
Need I to inhale your essence,
A dart of my tongue to sample your sweetness;
My fingers dizzy with your warm lubricious invitation.
A gammon cradle, my dome lovingly lulled to rest,
My pressed lips linger to either side their fancy;
Now and ever more, I uncontrollably remain
Yet a willing vassal of your thighs.
-----ChawzzyScript