Mood:
happyCome on, I’m a guy, you know I get high
On those two luscious lips pouting down near your hips
And that rosebud between, with its shimmering sheen
That stays ever young on the tip of my tongue
On your nicely turned tit and you bright shining slit
And the very best yet is when you get wet
and my thirst can take wing at your wondrous spring
mischievious
Two lips, a clitoris