What could be more perfect in my mouth than a firm, pink nipple perched atop a woman's breast? Yes, in fact I do have a particular nipple - err, woman - in mind.
My lips delight in the shape - in the feel
Pulling her close, as before her I kneel
Or dancing above her as she rests on her back
Stretched out naked before me, there's nothing I lack
Fingers like feathers, caressing her skin
Licking, kissing, gently drawing her in
Savoring trembling vibrations and ripples
My hands everywhere, but my mouth on her nipples.
My lips delight in the shape - in the feel
Pulling her close, as before her I kneel
Or dancing above her as she rests on her back
Stretched out naked before me, there's nothing I lack
Fingers like feathers, caressing her skin
Licking, kissing, gently drawing her in
Savoring trembling vibrations and ripples
My hands everywhere, but my mouth on her nipples.
