Little Virgin Pussy Licker

sisters is one of my very favorite poets who regularly posts on Lush.  It's even tempting to say she's my favorite, but that would be like trying to say which one is your favorite snowflake.  sisters has written quite a few poems that have captured both my admiration and envy.  While I don't know her except as an amiable persona on a website for erotic writing, I believe she's quite young, and often wonder what I might have made of myself if at her age I'd been able to write with the same sense of phrasing or instinct for what makes a statement or image powerful.

Little Virgin Pussy Licker is an irresistible title, but the poem itself...well...perhaps it's just better to let the poem speak for itself.  If you read this poem and like it, please follow the link here.  Cast a vote and leave a comment.  It only takes a couple moments of your time, and the simple act of letting someone know they wrote something that spoke to you means more than you can imagine.

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Little Virgin Pussy Licker

You think it's going to be perfect
The warm, cozy four poster bed or
Gorgeous summer day by the lake...

It was a Saturday in February
So cold your breath hung in the night air
It started out so quietly
A few drinks with friends
You came with Charolotte and yet you didn't
Chatted, giggled, drank for a while
My legs were a little wobbly
The smile, a kindness and a lift home
Arm in arm we walked
Felt the warmth of you against the chill

The kiss in the alley came so...
Unexpected, so urgent, so wanted
The whisper in the ear
The words of promised passion untold
And yet I'm on my knees
A hand in my golden tresses

Guiding me to your warmth
Up beneath your leather skirt
A vision of sheer, black lace
New smells in a garden of delight
Forced to touch the wet, diaphanous silk
"Kiss me, kiss me there"
Puckering my lips I did as I was bid
First touch, first taste, first...
Not sure what I should do next
My tongue takes over
The tip that teases as you grind down
"Finger"
One, then two slip inside
The warm wet juice now overflows
Onto the waiting eager tongue
"Three, three," you cry and I oblige
The slick cream smothered me
Held hard against your thighs
Dragged up by the hair to be kissed, licked

And then we turn to go
I've gone scarlet as we push through the crowd
Inside the hailed taxi you chuck me money
And then I'm off home
To cry myself to sleep

The knock, a nervous one, and then again
Your face, your smiling face appears
Taken by the hand into the hall
A hug, a kiss, a whisper
Then yet again I'm on my knees
The timber floor gentler on my stockings
Your guidance of my hands undress you
Yet another new smell, fresh cotton
And a bouquet of flowers
No guidance need now for my lips,
My tongue that laps the shaven mound
My fingers that rub, caress and tease
Gently - maybe at first
And all too soon the flood of sweetness

After a kiss of thank you's
"I told you my little virgin pussy licker would be back"
My best friend Anna leant against a door
I go scarlet yet again
Out the door and down the street
Home to tears yet again

Maybe next time will be different...