Slow Tongue - Millie Jackson

Baby, city sleeping

There’s nothing moving 'cept you and me

Silence, long caresses

I’m tortured deep inside to the edge of ecstasy

Slow tongue

Working your way down

Frantic, racing heartbeats

Not a love fold left unexplored

Juicy, lubricating

You bring me to the rim—I can’t take it anymore

And finally, you excite me

You decide to let go

Together we explode