The most amorous epicurean pleasure,

Up to which none others can measure,

Is that rarest meat treat by far.

I mean, of course, pussy tartar.

It’s a sexual gastronomic treasure.

This girly gastronomic delight

Is delicious when it’s served right.

The meat should be pink, not red,

Served up lustily on a 'let us' bed.

It’s inviting, so please take a bite.

The pussy is appealing, in my opinion,

When its skin is plucked free of all pinion.

Between thighs and near a plump rump,

This dainty may seem ready to hump.

By a some king or one of his minion

But you shouldn’t jump in right away.

Although the menu is on full display,

This treat will explode like a geyser,

If enjoyed as a first course appetizer.

A second course? Well, who’s to say?

She’s fresh, she’s sweet and so young.

But needs a good basting with tongue.

Your ‘chick-clit will heat up as it should,

For hot pussy is so finger-lickin’-good

And needs stuffing with sausage well hung.

If you would win a young woman’s heart,

Lips, both high and low, must take part.

For there’s nothing that quite says Lovin’

Like a wet tongue in a hot pussy oven.

And, after all, this may just be the start.

If you dine on this erotic carte du jour

And feast on le meilleur repas d’amour,

You’ll have eaten the best French cuisine,

Served downtown, if you know what I mean.

And your paramour will thank you for sure.