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.