I often reminisce the tantalizing taste of your scent.

Even a candle lit dinner of exquisite food, nothing in comparison.

The thought of your taste drives me crazy...

Driving home with anticipation while the window is teased with dew drops.

Entering through the door being introduced to comforting temperatures of warm beginnings.

Relaxing in a room worth living in, resting on a cushion soft to the touch but fails at the mention of you.

A touch of caress from both hands and lips simultaneously moving to the earth's rhythm.

Sensual pressures towards the neck leaving a presence of joy.

Traveling to massage your shoulders with my lips teasing slowly.

Unraveling layers of our sheathe to reach the core of our beings.

Releasing beautiful curvature of joy, my lips partake to the taste enjoying the act of savouring.

Rotating my hands and lips ensuring continued satisfaction, my anticipation grows of moving towards your scent.

Tongue and lips going back and forth taking turns as I ease down your hardness, a hint of your fragrance activates my senses.

Gifted in lace, we both share our tastes, revealing the enticing aroma of union.

Awe inspiring, gazing down, mouth watering, lips parting and tongue in position; I move my head downward to its destiny.

My hands, lips and tongue enjoy action equally but my ultimate goal is to sip your stream of greatness.

Your fragrance intensifies, you began to pulsate and my tongue gets in position to accept what you have to offer.

Rivers flowing, your legs brace my head; my tongue and you become one, as I taste your scent.