Cunnilingus is Esme’s delight,
Her curvaceous body trembling with desire each night.
Between her thighs, a playground for his tongue,
A feast of pleasure, his mouth has just begun.

His lips caress her supple mound,
Her legs quiver, a purring sound.
He dives between her folds, so wet,
A pussy-eating journey, he will never forget.

His tongue swirls, her slit aflame,
She calls his name, again and again.
A rhythm forms, a dance of bliss,
Her orgasmic moans, a symphony of this.

Her climax nears, her breath hitched,
In the art of cunnilingus, he’s so enriched.
Her body shudders, her pussy pulsating,
An explosion of pleasure, a moment celebrating.

Esme’s desire, forever uncontained,
In the act of cunnilingus, she’s always deranged.
Her constant craving, a primal need,
A tale of pussy-eating, a legend indeed.

Cunnilingus is poetry…

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