Cunnilingus Series: Walk In Wood

Opened her up on a warm bed of moss

Peeling away her panties that clung moist

To the shape of her mounded mons.

Like a good dram of Scotch

In the cool May air

Her bouquet began to waft

Salt and sweat and hiking pussy.

With the warmth of my lips, my breath

Her bouquet opened while I nosed

Until our walk in wood was revealed.

In her creases and beneath her pink leaves,

Morel mushrooms, deep and earthy.

Pungent, clean wild leeks sprouted in her hair

A fiddlehead wound around her clit, tight, bright, and green

And on my tongue her cool creek trickled

Tasting of sand and silt.

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