mons

By the slope of your flesh
Hidden from clawing eyes
Your scented abode swells
I lap, taking in the pungent sweetness
That’s all you

You sigh and purr like a kitten
Your muscles clenching to receive
I nudge my tongue in deeper
Between your walls
And you pause

My fingers find your globes of passion
Circling areolae with my thumb
I squeeze, you gasp obscenities
As I explore you with my tongue
And you’re panting as your juices flood me
You shudder as you come

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