Goosebumps

When he feathered kisses on my thighs

My thighs, being his canvas for the night

I arched

Expectant

But he didn't penetrate

He played with his tongue

Caressing my clitoris

Goosebumps

When his warm breathe

Blazed my senses

Come, I moaned

Cum on my face, he mischievously smiled

And buried himself betwixt my legs.

©LR