I lift you to my mouth. The abundance of your wetnessgreets me and my mouth overflows with your warmessence.Your sweet taste is on my tongueand your fragrance delights my senses. No gentle lick this visit. No bashful cautious approachFor I wish to consume you.Push against my hungry mouthAs the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrowthat welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals.Thrust against my generous ton...