Tongue-whipped

Clenching hands on cotton sheets,
Nails tearing for traction,
Muscles tense for release,
I laugh at your lack of control.

Quivering thighs and glistening lips,
Glazed eyes in a contorted face,
Pupils dilated in euphoric bliss,
You beg me to finish.

Lascivious thoughts cascade through my mind,
As a waterfall of lust splashes from your body,
Your darkest desires you know I will find,
Twisting you like a broken marionette.

Sprawled on the bed like a rug in a den,
I brand your bare ass with the palm of my hand,
Painful stinging sounds echo through the room,
You scream in pleasure while your skin is ablaze.

I whip with my tongue on your sensitive folds,
You gasp and push back begging for more,
I thrust deep inside I don’t need to be told,
A tongue-whipped vixen, my little toy.

An explicit adventure at your body’s expense,
I run through your body and give every inch,
Splitting your soul tearing down your defense,
And devour your life, hungry for more.

A symphony of sighs parades from your lips,
We come down from our high,
You relax and lower your hips,
And walk out of my life, with a smile on your face.

I told you….you’re tongue-whipped,
And sheath my silver tongue with a grin.