I sing of cunnilingus ‘twixt your thighs My tongue knows where each silver note belongs And when I pause, look up into your eyes I watch you feel the joy of all my songs
Each iamb of each lyric draws the sound Of depth that seems to linger deep within Like gentle joy where life is often found A sonnet so expressed is not a sin
The song of cunnilingus should be sung In labial expressions meant to please In cyclical expressions of the tongue Like angels voices on a zephyr’s breeze
The song of cunnilingus greets the dawn Like sunrise when the dark of night is gone.
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