Your lips are red, like they bled,
I like the alluring gap in-between.
Through that gap, my tongue will map,
The gums of the future queen.
The clouds must ring, the winds sing,
One of those chick pleasing songs,
My balls are plump, I can always hump,
My sweetly aching schlong.
How romantic it is, I mean your tits,
It's a lovely love affair.
Hormones getting horny, poem's getting corny,
Love your scented pubic hair.
I crane my neck, a kiss I peck,
My love is suffering in my ball.
The flowers for you, this gift too,
My seeds in your holes will crawl.
In-between your legs, I grope and beg,
Think about all the sticky sweat.
My sugar plum, please let me cum,
Where our loins intersect.
