Her confession was a declaration
She confessed
Said she likes its
Likes when my tongue touches her nib
Makes jump
Shocks her body with 1000 volts of tingles
Sweet pins and needles between her thighs
Said she likes how her body becomes rigid
And relaxed at the same time
Said it offers no dick deep penetration
Said it skims the surface of her flower
Yet reaches deep inside her body
Plants its roots in her nib
Sprouts roots of shudders that grow
Flourish in her stomach
Blossom in her being
A flower of bliss that burst with colourful pleasure
She said it’s intense
Overwhelms her
Sometimes cause her to fear she will lose herself
But she likes it
Said it makes her feel alive
New
Offers her meaning to her existence
Becomes her existence
Floods her mind
As her floods spill from inside her
Said it makes her vexed with pleasure
How it elevates her
Makes her fly
Soar
Become dizzy
Makes her beg to be taken to her destination
Yet pleads for the journey of pleasure to continue
She confessed
Said she likes its
Likes when my tongue touches her nib
makes her tingle
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