On the bed you lay
With your legs parted I must say
Your southern lips seem to whisper "It's okay...
Come on because I know you want to play"
Well that is indeed a fact
Quickly to your toes is how my tongue reacts
Slowly ascending up your leg's pleasure track
And the moist gentle tickles induce an arch in your back
Now my tongue is at your flower, front and center
My fingers seperate your lips, and my tongue does enter
Upon insertion, your voice, it can only whimper
Mmmmmmmm, this is such a delicious dinner
And that arch in your back, it just gets higher and higher
Now there are so many moans and ahhhhs, your passion is on fire
I try to extinguish it with my tongue, but it seems to only inspire
The flow of pleasure through your frame to the magnitude of entire
By this time, of your mind and body, you lose control
Your legs are locked around my head in an unbreakable hold
And you have already lost count of how many orgasms my tongue stole
I am just a head doctor....delivering pleasure to the soul
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