My Tongue's Desire

My Tongue's Desire
By
Sannel Larson

Oh, how I tried


to get him to understand


that sharing my best friend


with him


will not be the same.


Sitting across the room


he watches us


making out


I'm wicked, I know


and selfish without a doubt.


Oh my gentle sweet. . .





My friend is the object


of my tongue's desire


and fulfills me


ln a way


He never could.


My yearning


has always been there


even before


I had the pleasure


to taste a man.


I look at the beautiful sight


in front of me


waiting to be explored


and slowly


With an unstoppable hunger


my journey begins


of sinful and raging


bliss.


Oh my gentle sweet. . .






Pressing hungrily my mouth


to the firm and perky top


cold as ice cream


soft as luxurious silk


brings goose-bums


to my naked arms.


I shiver in anticipation
My nipples reacting


and I squeal with delight.


I close my eyes

moaning with pleasure

licking gently


my tongue tastes


sensuous texture.


Oh my gentle sweet. . .





With feverish eyes


I glance up


catching a glimpse


there he sits all alone


burning desire in his eyes


watching our sinful act


Stirred with excitement


by far.


I'm wicked, I know


and selfish, without a doubt


provoking him like this


with my very best friend.


Oh my gentle sweet. . .





I lick and nibble


my way down


the melting body.


The sound of my searching tongue


and his quickening breath


are soon inter weaved.


Should I let him in


to taste the essence


what a tasty love you have.


But no, my lustful greed


flows endlessly


down my throat


Oh my gentle sweet. . .




Will this insatiable addiction


ever be fulfilled.


My tongue roaming


seeking


exploring


this velvet delight.


When I reach


the dark and melting pit


my uninhibited lick


slowly probe


the soft and sweet center


Oh what an ecstasy.


As I purr softly


licking my wet lips


I hear him groan with lust


But I feel nor guilt or remorse


Because he could never


satisfy my needs


this way.


Oh my gentle sweet. . .





Oh how will he ever understand


the pleasure I have


exploring


fondle


tasting


my friend all by myself.


I'm wicked, I know

and selfish without a doubt


not sharing


the object of


my tongue's desire.


with him


Oh my gentle sweet. . .




Copyright © Sannel Larson



This poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine, who encouraged me to try my hand on poetry.
Thank you Colin.