Nourished and Breathless

"I'm so proud of you"

When you bury your face between her legs.

Only stopping God's work to give her a taste.

Touching tongues.

Tracing her nipples with your thumbs.

Back down until she explodes into a million tiny stars.

She craves the build-up as much as the release.

To be brought to the edge and then catapulted into the cosmos.

Nourished and breathless.

A wet little mess.

You move the stray hair away from her eyes and tuck it behind her ear.

She deserves to hear, "I'm so proud of you".