Maplespal

I escaped

I escaped 

 

It was hot that day I was escaping. 

the sweat gland, the route I was taking. 

From her hair I became a single drop, 

freedom, I started from her top. 

Sliding, I went past her brows, 

took the path gravity allows. 

Towards the cheeks to her lips, 

hoping there were no inward sips. 

Over the chin down her neck I did, 

towards the breast I smoothly slid. 

  

Rolling and gliding to the tits tip, 

hanging I playfully jumped off her nip. 

Falling I aimed at her waiting thigh, 

ending in front of his focused eye. 

That is when I saw his tongue, 

freedom, and the melody it sung. 

 

It was hot when I dropped to drip, 

over her body I gave her the slip. 

And how I escaped that naked chick, 

with help from a tongues flick.