Feast Of Pleasure Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Entranced, my mouth could not leave your body,
exploring and touching all I could find.
Tongue dancing in erotic figure-eights,
from head to toe, with a wet trail behind.

I lavishly showered you with ardor,
my passionate kisses upon your skin.
Mouth became a sex organ in itself,
releasing at once, then pulling you in.

This unknown pleasure captivated me,
the delicious sensations never known.
I could feel you quiver in ecstasy
as your body arched and I heard you moan.

Ravenously hungry and wanting you more,
I felt your body melting into me.
You quivered and cried, proclaiming your joy
until you relinquished in ecstasy.