Cunnilingual Art

I love licking your pussy,

Each tender crease and fold.

I remember it’s succulence,

Erotic recollections I’ll always hold.

My cock is currently hard,

Bulging as I record this prose.

For nothing raises my blood more,

Than the imprint of your vaginal rose.

I’ll never hide my fetish,

An addict of the cunnilingual art.

And I’ll never ever ever forget,

Times spent between your thighs apart.