...I use my tongue....
...I mean how my words come together
Whether it's her favorite song
Or my own lines I'm speaking
She's seekin' this feeling I'm givin'
Reelin' from the pleasure escapin' through my lips
Causing the temperature to rise between her hips
Eyes like slits as she sits trembling
As if every syllable ripples through her....
Muscles start to spasm from this oratory ****
Stimulation of a mental kind
You hang on every letter
**** for the mind
Sensation seems all the better
Wetter, than any touch could make her
Each line takes her higher
Increasing her desire
The fire comin' off her
Threatenin to consume all
Falling prey to her growing satisfaction
Ready to turn my words into actions
Way past asking she's down for taking
This poetic love I'm making
Slaking this thirst that she can't deny...
