She lay there gently sleeping,

her breath was quiet but sound.

The night too hot for covers,

I was staring at her mound.

She always raised a quiver

when sleeping or awake,

but gazing upon her at that time,

was more than I could take.

I slowly walked on over

and gazed upon my Venus.

It was time to give a loving gift

that did not involve my penis.

I gently licked her toes

and took them in my mouth,

then slowly started kissing her,

my journey heading south.

A moan escaped her lips,

but it was surely that of pleasure.

Her widening limbs gave me a view

of that wonderful silky treasure.

My kisses now grew harder,

as I went above her knees.

No man could ever kiss again

more wondrous thighs than these.

Her lips now viewed before me.

My fingers traced around.

I heard another moan escape,

this time a deeper sound.

I slowly licked her entrance.

My tongue was warm but firm.

Her fingers grabbing the mattress,

as I felt her start to squirm.

One hand then grabbed my head

and pulled me roughly in.

I unfurled my tongue inside of her.

Her juices drenched my chin.

First up and down, then sideways,

my other gland of love,

was fitting in her deeper,

like a finger in a glove.

Faster then and deeper,

as my fingers found her bud.

My tongue was thrusting harder

when I felt her start to flood.

Her waves I quickly swallowed.

My dionysian feast.

One meal from which I can’t abstain.

I’d make a very wanton priest.

Her breathing then grew gentle.

A smile grew on her face,

“Next time, please pause before eating me,

as you never uttered grace.”