Suppertime - Anonymous

Like petals of a flower

no like a true work of art

Making its own dew 

as a small whole of a larger part

pleasure can not be had without it

nor can there be life

causing the owner both pleasure abounding

but also causing Her much strife

A fleshie mound does surround

to protect or maybe 

to show

the depths of her happiness

when pleasure begins

to sew

Kiss along the field of red

or blonde, or brown,

or black

place your fingers along the globes

that come together to form 

a crack

run your fingers up and down

but gently as your mouth 

does press

whisper into the petals of dew

things you'd like to confess

but please don't cease tell it 

what you wouldn't your priest 

as the petals you should kiss

slowly and with much passion oh.....

the taste you can not dismiss

There's something to be said my friend

about the smells that you now find

From the tips of Her pleasure 

to the crack of Her behind

let it permiate your nose my friend

let it get deeper and deeper within

Let it help you find nirvana

or a close and pleasurable second

oh i may seem crazy but please don't argue

let us find a truce

To agree upon the lovely nectar within 

we're all addicted to it's juice

To get it men and women alike have 

destroyed and conquered and lied

to drink from this lovely fruit 

to have what is inside

But that's as far as i'll go and that's the most i'll say

about the part of the lovely gender

whose powers allow them to get their way

For if you do it right my friend

you'll know instantly by Her sounds

and you'll know by the waves my friend

what a lovely way to drown