I Walk on Butter Bubbles
I walk on butter bubbles
floating through park trees,
soaking wet,
my tongue between your knees.
You gasp in satisfaction,
You love it when I tease,
with the sun against your face
you say, “oh baby! again please.”
The air plucks your breasts,
creamy pink becomes rosy white,
irresistible sweet peaks,
why lick, when I can bite.
Moans echo through the grass
shaping into river streams,
toes curl,
and heaven hears your screams.
Rush and release,
flying through the air,
I walk on butter bubbles
creamy in the bare.