Some say it's rude
Some say it's like food
To relish in your lap
Will fill my sexual gap
The tongue can talk
My mouth the hawk
Enticing you to rise
As I unzip your fly
I can do you slow
Watch as you grow
You'll be full of pleasure
I'll stroke like a feather
Down below is divine
The taste of you is mine
Seeking for orgasmic groans
I myself succumb to your moans
©Kim Brown 25th August 2012
First written Feb 1995
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