Hard Slow Rain

You drip from the stubble on my chin
As I move up to nestle close
Licking yourself from my sweetened mouth
The want grasping, pulling me nearer.

Easily full to overflowing, dripping more
Knowing I'm the harder for your taste
Deep the long intended grinding
Clutching throats to fight the pleasing.

Methodically  paced and patient strokes
Revealing nerves never touched before
Whispering applause with lightened grips
You drip again from the hard slow rain.