Mamamooshka .... The Tastes of Us by the Bard of Bat Yam , Poet Laureate of Zion

Warm breath grazing
Swollen pink lips
Opened flower petals
Dripping luscious nectar
Tongue tip exploring
Stirring inner fires
Body trembling wildly
Sweet juices flowing
Thirst drinking deeply
The taste of you


Softly teeth brushing
Twitching crimson shaft
Rock hard sculpture
Chiseled from desire
Silken lips accepting
Coaxing forth eruption
Hips thrusting quickly
Thick essence exploding
Throat swallowing greedily
The taste of me


Bodies together facing
Senses open expanding
Nerves alive burning
Feather touches tingling
Mouths meeting crushing
Tongues twisting mingling
Salty sweet sharing
The taste of you
The taste of me
The taste of us