it was his way
anticipation
let her breathe a while
maturity would reward him
upon moistened lips
his tongue would savour
oh aromatic thrill
his fingers began to caress
curves of pleasure
yes
full bodied
and beautifully rounded
now!
no more teasing
he knew she was ready
he drank of her
lustfully
greedily
head swimming
with sheer delight
savouring her finesse
he\'d waited
and here at last
gratification
no immature cheap tart taint
of the barrel room here
but a fine rich burgundy wine