Blooming Sakura

Sakura petals bloom open,

Ripe for pollination,

Pink and fluttering between trembling thighs.

She offers the swollen red heart of her lips,

Thick nectar glossing and dripping like arousal.

She presses the warm candy against her lips,

Tongue curling slow,

Sucking it deep,

Wanting you to kiss her deep,

Eat her deep.

Her eyes lock on yours, heavy with lust,

Asking you to take her cherry heart.

You dive in and kiss her lips,

Guiding your mouth to the lingering sticky sweetness in your kiss.

You lick her clean,

While she sticks her heart into the blooming bottom Sakura pink,

Priming for pollination,

For her delectation.

Your sticky lips fly to pink,

To lick it clean,

To bite into the pulsing core,

To let her Sakura juices flood your tongue.

She arches, cardigan slipping off pale shoulders,

Blooming wide, wet, and ready for you to ruin her delicate season.