Some say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone,
They couldn’t be more wrong,
I know exactly what I have within you,
All six inches, gosh, a dream come true.

There you are proud and tall,
I say I’m going to have it all.
Sure enough, you know it will be done,
I won’t be the only one having such fun.

Now I’m not usually one for being so crude,
But with my mind I know I could.
The joy I manage to find from that alone,
I should open a bible and start to atone.

I shouldn’t obsess over such beautiful things. You have such energy to give as well,
Yet thinking all the dirty thoughts, oh god,  help, it makes me swell.
For every tender suck and lick,
All I can think about is your beautiful, melt-worthy stick.

The way you flow down my throat like fine silk,
I can’t get enough of your sweet sticky milk,
The way you slowly melt before my vision,
I know I work you with such precision.

Hot waves crash through me often and pure,
How long before I’m shivering that much is unsure.
You have my tongue yearning for so much more,
Oh, rum and raisin ice-cream, it’s you and your flake I adore.