331. Liqueurs, Madam ?
Would you care for cunnilingus ?
– I don’t mind if I do
And shall I call the verger round ?
He’d like a peek at you
I’d love to have an audience
To tap their toes in time
And give me useful pointers
While the waiter pours the wine
I’ll need to take it slowly
On your lightly scented kipper
Although it looks inviting
It’s as dry as Ghandi’s slipper
And does my dick look big in this ?
I’m yearning to enquire
But my lingual apparatus
Is now bogged down in the mire
And now my child at last I think
I hear a heavenly choir
Though my ears are somewhat stifled
The music’s playing higher
Your breathless panting now subsides
At last my turn has come
I flip you over, slip inside
Your fragrant little…