To love a pussy can make the man,
And does not begin from its station,
Lock the eyes as only passion can,
To reveal to her your destination.
The journey begins behind the ear,
So you can smell her hair of jasmine,
The sound of breath will draw her near,
Your direction makes her twitch a spasm.
Hands take charge and grab her hips,
you pull her to your bedding's edges,
Kissing thighs while eyeing lips,
Cock swells up like hammer, sledges.
You are dining at the Y, 'the' kitchen,
Muffin now must rise to size,
Screams and yells, not of bitchin',
Mixed with cooling breaths and sighs.
Manicured thumb penetrates her slit,
Toungue then lashes out with all its fury,
Skills make her think I'm Brad Pitt,
Why judge her kink when I am no jury.
Pelvic's earnest rise to draw you in,
Look for this, that is your only signal,
Flip her on her knees to now begin,
For this one must be strong and nimble.
Fore head pounding on waiting bottom,
toungue attacks her innards from behind,
Feel free to add some flavors if you gott'em,
Be not afraid of where your nose may grind.
If your freaky do like Tbonetas,
eat that ass in all its hot mess,
Leave a finger in those senoritas,
They'll never forget that address.
Your face on her is making music,
She has all but lost all inhibitions,
Its time to stun her with the hattrick,
Theres a perk for you in the visions.
From your back slide right under,
Then lift her up and to your face,
Mouth is rolling with the thunder,
She grabs your head just to keep pace.
That clit is swollen wants it stiffly,
So fight the pain, and pull it higher,
Showers of cum arrive so swiftly,
That she'll be craving oscar mayer.
So then that my folks is how you do it,
And feel free to add to it your spice,
Because loving pussy is a commitment,
That separates the men from mice.