clitoris soliloquy

black licorice
she's picturesque, it's vigorous
so i lick her tits
a little lip service
she's going down as fast as the liquor is
tickling her clitoris

hold my hand by its wrist, twist til i shout
open your mouths

her tongue, it feels like a gun, in my lips
just pull the trigger
and blow me with it

areolas, scenereos
turn up that stereo
covered in whip cream, she knows where the cherry goes
wrap her sweet ass
over a kneecap, it's a drug, i need rehab
from a sex festival
get fucking flexible
screaming decibals
delectible delicates

her tongue, it feels like a gun, in my lips
just pull the trigger
and blow me with it