HIS QUESTING TONGUE - A POEM
Beard brushing tender skin
Expertly applied to inner thigh
Arousing but it tickles, so,
Giddy girl she giggles,
As experience guides him
To her most sensitive spot,
Where within feathery folds,
Her tiny bud rising, growing,
As to close the space between
It's glistening eager tip,
And the wisdom and control
Of his questing tongue.
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