To My Lover’s Lips


Voluptuous yet delicate,
I nudge you,
swiftly brushing up against the blushing pink.

I’m wagging and wagging —
if I had a tail to wag.
But, the soft moisture of my tongue invites you to join me.
I gently grace its presence upon you.

Oh, my pet,
I could spend hours with you.

I nuzzle against you. “Play with me; play, play!” — begging and yearning

for any response any at all.

After pressing and petting, I feel you say yes.
You comply,


You scrunch up, shy and coy. But still,
to my relief,
you press and pet back.

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