At the local one night
My tongue got all tangled
At the very first sight
She was long and lean
And so pleasantly turned
Soft curves and tight spaces
As I presently learned
I bolstered my courage
Strode up on my chance
And I opened my mouth
To ask for a dance
O Horror! Betrayal!
O Foul lip of mine!
For what came out
Was a terrible line!
"I see you there standing
All satin and lace,
Please hike up your skirts
And sit on my face!"
She ne'er did blush
Nor bat an eye
Then said so softly
I thought that she sighed
"Sir, you are honest
I see this is true
But a true man would lick me
Until his balls turned quite blue."
I replied in a tone
More teasing than trite
And watched as her face
Came quickly alight
"I have a tongue in my head
Six inches and more
It's usage is talent
And sure not to bore!
A trial of my cuddling
For you is in store
For the proof of the pudding
Is in MY eating for sure!"
A flush did then run
From her eyes to her breast
She nodded assent
And said "Do your best!"
I'll not offend you with more
For my tale it is spun
We'll leave it at this
She came quite undone
