Worship

I have
an insatiable desire
to worship
your breasts.

I don’t want to kiss your lips
or penetrate your
warm comforting cunt.
My oft had desires
of kink and fetish...
of tongue fucking
your sweet ass,
of rubbing
sucking
and kissing
your pretty feet,
of having your
loving
voyeuristic
cuckold of a husband
get off
on watching us
get off
...have been rearranged.

Whilst not on the surface
they are not
forced to the rear
of my sexually charged mind either.
They shall return soon enough
yet for the moment,

I am consumed
by my obsession
with worshiping
your breasts.

I want
to feel their weight
within my hands
unable and unwilling
to peel my eyes away,
my tongue to trace
around your large nipples
swirling inward.
Reaching the center,
I want to suck them in
between full lips
twiddling and tweaking them
with a flexed tip of tongue.

I want
to worship
your breasts.

I want them
to feel
cherished
loved
beautiful.
Whilst the catalyst
is self serving
I wish for you
to feel as if
I have no other thought
in my existence.
At the moment,
I don’t.
This obsession
has fully consumed
my entire being.
They have become
my heroin.

I want to
bury my face in them
spilling spit
all over and in between.
I want to step back
and stare at the beauty
of your saliva soaked tits
glimmering
in the moonlight,
swollen and perked up
from the attention
they rightfully
deserve.

I crave the euphoria
of sliding
my throbbing manhood
between them
while applying pressure
to the outsides,
squeezing
my comfortably nestled cock
as it strokes
back and forth,
head appearing
with each passing thrust.
No lips or tongue necessary
each time it approaches.
This is about
and only about,

my desire
to worship
your breasts.

I want to feel
my scrotum
rub against
your tight core
as my balls
tighten,
my cock throbs
uncontrollably,
my body
convulses.
My warm seed
spraying,
first soaking
the right breast
then drenching
the left.

I want to rub
my slippery semen
into your skin
before it settles
into a sticky mess,
covering each
of your large breasts
completely,
both hard nipples
and every soft
sensual curve,
nothing going
untouched,
whilst you lie in
a state of serenity,
reveling in
the power
your breasts
have over me,
knowing that
any time you so choose,
you can have me
completely enthralled

worshiping
your
breasts.