Like morning petals with dew gently coated,
filling softly from a chrysalis; the wings are floated.
Opened gently, with the softest, gentlest caress,
silky coatings the inside do completely dress.
My breath blows softly over that secret place,
the scent wafts gently across my face.
Her skin, the texture of softest damask;
her treasures beckon my tongue at last.
Gently I stroke, with tongues gentle tip
and deeper and deeper, slowly I slip.
My tongue is assailed by tastes exotic
as I enjoy pleasures almost too sapphic
And now from her soul a river flows
slowly, slowly, the excitement grows.
As my fingers and tongue plunder her sex,
her orgasm crescendos; complete and complex
