Ode to Fellatio

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Slow Glide Drift

He savors when it starts so slow,
A gentle glide from base to crown,
Lips soft as whispers in the flow,
A tease that pulls his tension down.
It’s smooth, unhurried, building heat,
A drift that wakes his every nerve,
Each inch a promise, soft and sweet,
A curve he feels with every swerve.

Steady Pulse Pump

A rhythm firm, a constant beat,
He loves the pulse that holds him tight,
A tongue that moves in waves replete,
A cadence soaring through the night.
It’s strong, it’s sure, a metronome,
His breath aligns with every stroke,
A pump that calls him far from home,
A fire stoked with every poke.

Quick Flick Flash

Fast and sharp, a sudden flick,
He thrills to sparks that light his core,
A tongue that dances, wild and quick,
A burst he can’t help but adore.
It’s rapid, fierce, a teasing snap,
His groans a signal, raw and free,
Each flash a jolt across the gap,
A rush that sets his spirit free.

Deep Throat Drop

He craves the plunge, the full embrace,
A descent that takes him all the way,
A warmth that grips in tightest space,
A depth where words just fade away.
It’s bold, it’s deep, a fearless dive,
His pulse a thunder, loud and strong,
A drop where primal drives revive,
A thrill he’s wanted all along.

Tip Tease Tickle

A hover light around the peak,
He loves the focus on the head,
A tongue that plays, a gentle tweak,
A tickle where his thoughts are led.
It’s soft, it’s precise, a circling chase,
His hips twitch sharp with every pass,
A tease that paints across his face,
A spark that builds on tender grass.

Swirling Twist Turn

Circles spin, a twisting grip,
He relishes the spiral’s pull,
A tongue that winds around the tip,
A swirl that leaves his senses full.
Each turn a coil, a rising hum,
His voice a growl, a quiet roar,
A twist that makes his body drum,
A turn he’s always craving more.

Gentle Graze Nudge

A graze of teeth, a daring brush,
He likes the edge, the subtle bite,
A nudge that sparks a sudden rush,
A thrill that lifts him to new height.
It’s light, it’s risky, perfectly timed,
His skin alight with every scrape,
A graze that’s bold yet so refined,
A nudge that shifts his inner shape.

Humming Vibration Jam

A hum begins, a buzzing wave,
He feels the thrill from deep within,
A sound that makes his body cave,
A jam that sets his soul to spin.
It’s low, it’s steady, pulsing through,
His nerves alive, his mind a blur,
A vibration strong and true,
A beat where pleasures all concur.

Wet and Warm Surge

Warmth and wet, a slick embrace,
He loves the flood that soaks him whole,
A tongue that glides in liquid grace,
A surge that storms his very soul.
It’s lush, it’s hot, a primal bath,
His groans a tide, his grip grows tight,
A wave that carves a wilder path,
A warmth that blazes through the night.

Hands and Mouth Duet

A hand joins in, a tandem play,
He craves the grip with every lick,
A stroke that pulls in bold array,
A duet fast and thick and quick.
It’s syncopated, firm, and sure,
His senses split in sweet divide,
A mouth and hand in pure allure,
A ride where passions coincide.

Pressure Point Push

Pressure lands, a focused squeeze,
He loves the press on just one spot,
A tongue that locks with expert ease,
A push that ties him in a knot.
It’s deep, it’s fixed, a steady hold,
His cries a map to guide the way,
A point where pleasures all unfold,
A push that makes him bend and sway.

Full Length Sweep

No single zone, but all at once,
He relishes the sweeping run,
A tongue that travels, bold and blunt,
A journey basking in the sun.
Each pass a stroke, a broad caress,
His body hums from root to tip,
A sweep that’s more than he can guess,
A thrill that makes his spirit rip.

Stop and Start Jolt

A pause, a break, then sudden start,
He thrives on shifts that break the flow,
A halt that teases, pulls apart,
A jolt that makes his fire grow.
The stop builds ache, the rush ignites,
His breath a bridge from void to flame,
A technique wild in its delights,
A game where he forgets his name.

Soft Suck Draw

A gentle suck, a tender pull,
He melts beneath the subtle take,
A draw that fills him to the full,
A tide that makes his body quake.
It’s slow, it’s smooth, a lover’s art,
His sighs a rhythm, deep and low,
A suck that claims his beating heart,
A draw where endless rivers flow.

Frenzied Finish Rush

All at once, the pace explodes,
He craves the chaos, fast and free,
A clash of moves in wildest modes,
A rush that bends reality.
It’s fierce, it’s raw, a breaking wall,
His voice a storm, his body bows,
A finish where he gives his all,
A rush where ecstasy outflows.

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