Your submission fuels me with fire, a desire,
A craving to touch, to taste, and run my tongue through that place,
That houses your sweet nectar.
You flood my tongue with your orgasmic fluid,
You to and fro, as my head below,
Buries deeper between your thighs
Between your thighs.

Between your thighs,
I feel so alive, can I stay forever,
Can I always bring you pleasure?
Can you sit on my face and ride?
Can my tongue run up your backside?
Do you like that?
Does my tongue in your holes make you lose control?
Let me take a hold, of your flesh,
And pull you closer, as you get closer,
To your orgasmic high,
I feel you writhe, as the wetness inside,
Becomes my prize, I want to live,
Between your thighs.

Between your thighs,
I feel so high, hands grip hips,
And if I die, with your pussy on my lips,
Your thick thighs before my eyes,
And my tongue enveloped with your taste,
I’d die in my happy place,
But first, let me kiss your face,
And trace, every part of your flesh,
Kiss your neck, then your breast,
Down to ribs, and stomach next,
I feel you getting wet,
Your legs spread, and hips rise,
I see pleasure in glazed eyes,
My destination, no surprise,
As I bury my head, between your thighs,
Between your thighs.